"Watch out!"
Originally, when they saw Venerable Wen being stabbed by Liu Zixuan, everyone quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but they were jolted back to reality by a sharp scream from Ya Fei.
They saw Venerable Wen, who had been stabbed in the heart by the Nameless Sword and collapsed, suddenly rise, a wicked smile appearing on his grim face.
"Heh, heh, heh!"
A chilling laugh emanated from his blood-stained mouth, making him seem incredibly eerie.
Liu Zixuan, pale and weak, witnessed this scene: "Damn, this guy isn't dead yet?"
"You killed my son, do you plead guilty?"
This extremely bizarre Venerable Wen stared at Liu Zixuan, speaking one word at a time like an emperor judging a criminal.
"Who... who are you?" Liu Zixuan's voice stuttered slightly.
Over the years, he had encountered many bizarre things, but a dead person speaking was a first for him, inevitably making his scalp tingle.
