698 I Will Not Give You Any Face

He felt his body being torn to shreds, blood spurted out of him at such volume that he was soon surrounded by a fine mist of his own blood. He was dyed red with blood from head to toe.

"Omph" He quickly retrieved the jade bucket and took a few steps back. There was no doubt that a slip into the Sword Qi River could very well have ended his life. His cultivation level was far too weak as compared to his strengthened immortal body. With that body of his, he would have been able to fetch a bucket of water with ease should he have been an Immortal Reverent.

Mo Wuji quickened his steps back to his newly established immortal cave.

"What had happened to you Sect Head?!" Fei Ling was frightened by the horrid state Mo Wuji was in. His concern was not out of genuine loyalty, but of fear that his good days would end should Mo Wuji be dead.