Daoist Duan De was stunned. As a gentle breeze blew, a chill ran down his spine. Once he saw the situation clearly, he let out a heart-wrenching, wolf-like howl.
Being stripped bare made his vision go black. He staggered, nearly planted his face in the dirt, and then wailed endlessly, unable to believe this reality.
At this moment, apart from his underwear, he had nothing left. Even his Lightning Boots had been snatched by the barbarian, who now wore them.
"Unscrupulous Heavenly Venerate... damn you!" Daoist Duan De fumed, spinning in place eight times and then jumping nine times, almost spitting blood.
He was utterly mad. Thirty years of hard work had come to nothing. His countless spiritual treasures and many King's Divine Weapons were all gone; not even his trousers had been spared.
Several li away in the primeval mountain range, Ye Fan stood on a peak, gazing at the scene, and couldn't help but laugh.
