Who's Crying?

"I didn't mean for this to happen! I did it out of goodwill!"

"See, isn't that little monk fine now?"

"There's no need for you to come personally for a small matter as such, right?"

"Your cultivation techniques are truly incredible, able to twist heaven and earth and reverse life and death… eh?"

As the burly man cried, he noticed that something was amiss.

The blood-colored butterfly in midair did not move at all.

There was no lifeforce within it as well.

After glaring at the blood-colored butterfly for a while, the burly man realized that it was an illusion conjured from Su Zimo's exhalation and did not possess any killing power at all!

The burly man's expression darkened and he wanted to slap himself.

He had lived for countless years and even if he met with the top existence of Tianhuang Mainland, he wouldn't show any bit of fear, let alone lose his composure as such.