Let's not talk about anything else; just the physique of this scorpion—how could it possibly be someone a little cultivator in the Qi Refining Second Layer could handle?
Nevertheless, thinking about the ancestral miracle, Yang Zhu regained some confidence.
'The ancestor must have a more ingenious method, right?'
He stared longingly at the sky, waiting for the ancestor to bestow blessings or something similar.
Yang Genshuo pondered for a moment...
"It seems you really can't beat it..."
Yang Zhu asked with clear eyes, "And then?"
"Oh, then don't fight for now."
Yang Zhu: "?"
Ancestor, aren't you giving up too easily!
At this moment, Yang Zhu's face turned red, feeling like he wanted to speak but couldn't.
A complaint was stuck in his throat and couldn't come out.
Seeing this, Yang Genshuo laughed heartily.
