The Old Man With An Eight Pack

On top of the stage, a proud man with a hunched back hovered in the air. His blood-red robes fluttered in the wind and he clasped his hand behind his back as he stared at Bu Fang.

Huh?

A chill traveled through Bu Fang's heart and his hand clamped down tighter on Eighty's head. Eighty's eyes snapped open all of a sudden.

It gave a loud cluck!

Were you trying to squeeze this chicken to death?

That ice-cold gaze which was locked onto Bu Fang caused his heart to clench.

This old guy's target was him?!

The audience was in an uproar. Things just kept happening one after another and none of them knew what was going on anymore. This old man who had just appeared made everyone feel slightly stunned.

On the stage, when Mao Shi saw that old man, he started shouting with a frenzied gaze. It was as though he was grabbing at straws as he yelled, "It's him! It's him! He is the one who gave me the Blood Fire Shura Pill!"