"Really?" Hong Ling asked excitedly.
Yan Moshan nodded and said,
"If you don't believe me, why not go up and try?"
"Then I'm going up."
As she spoke, Hong Ling picked up the sword in her hand and walked towards the stinking man.
"Don't—don't—"
The stinking man watched Hong Ling step towards him, trembling all over, his complexion turning pale.
"Hmph—you're doomed! I will avenge our sect leader."
Hong Ling said, and with a raise of her sword, she chopped off the stinking man's neck.
"Boom—"
But strangely, what sprayed out of the man's neck was crystal.
"Hahaha—"
While everyone was astonished, Yan Moshan just laughed and said,
"He's been subjected to a spell of mine, which naturally caused this change. You don't need to worry about it."
"Ah, so that's how it is!" The women finally understood, laughing and looking towards Yan Moshan.
At that moment, however, Yan Moshan had already turned to look at Nalan Pory in his arms and said,