"No, no! Don't come over!" Old Turtle's eyes showed panic, and his already thin and frail body now curled up even tighter into a ball.
"Hmph! Old bastard, today I shall avenge my mother, and my maternal clan!" Ba Xia's voice was cold and sinister. "Old bastard, let me ask you! Was it Ao Long, the old thief, who personally ordered the annihilation of my maternal clan?"
"Ha ha ha! I am a sub-saint, you mere ants dare to think of annihilating a saint! I kill! Kill! Kill! Ha ha ha ha..." Old Turtle ignored Ba Xia and suddenly changed from being extremely frightened to showing a ferocious and terrifying expression.
"Fellow Daoist Ba Xia, this Old Bangzi has completely lost his mind! In my opinion, it's better to just perform a Soul Search and get it over with quickly!" Li Qingming, seeing Ba Xia hesitant, grew impatient and spoke up.
