Master, I Don't Want To Stay Here Anymore

Not long after that, Li Hong appeared at the entrance, looking rather miserable. 

After struggling to stand up, he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood again. His face was pale and weak.

It was obvious that being hit by Xiang Yun's hammer had gravely injured him.

"Sorry, Master, I didn't manage to fulfill your expectations," Li Hong lowered his head and said. He really did not know how to face his master.

At this moment, Daoist Gu Hao's face was so gloomy that it would fit right in a haunted house.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

It seemed that smoke was about to come out of his ears. The trump card he had painstakingly prepared had been defeated by a six-year-old girl.

"Hehehe…"

Gao Shun was quick on the uptake. 

"Oh, just look at him. He did so well! He took three hammer strikes from Xiang Yun. That's a new record, you know."

Then, he turned around to speak to his disciples.