Seeing the situation, Lou An immediately put on a pitiful look and fell to his knees with a thud, crying out with tears streaming down his face, "Master, I beg you to stand up for your disciple!"
After saying this, Lou An banged his head on the ground three times, his forehead hitting the ground with a dull sound. Not long after, his forehead swelled red.
"Who is it, who has injured my disciple like this?" The elderly man, with hair as white as winter snow, erupted with a strong power, his robe fluttering in the impact of this force.
His eyes rose with intense murderous intent, glaring at everyone, as if his gaze could slice people into a thousand pieces.
"It was him!" Lou An pointed fiercely at Xu Wendong, his finger trembling as if he wished Xu Wendong dead on the spot.
At this moment.
The old man was furious beyond restraint and attacked without a word.
