Qiao Mu inhaled deeply before interrogating coldly, "Tell me clearly, is it only just your Shuntian Prefecture's Prefecture Lord who wants to make my life miserable?"
At this time, indications of a struggle were finally showing on the old Daoist's face.
This was a sign that he was about to become clear-headed.
Noticing this, Qiao Mu raised her finger, throwing several dictum talismans out at his body again.
However, she was still one step too late, or perhaps it was a momentary recovery of consciousness just before death.
He instantly came to with a start, and his blank expression abruptly turned sinister in the next second.
"You darn lass, what did you do to me?" Priest Dayu only felt a tearing pain in his chest that prohibited him from taking a deep breath.
In addition, the thunderbolts had left none of the flesh on his body intact, while that savage lass had also scooped out his shoulder blades.
