Dao Ancestor Eating Dust!

Seeing Lin Huan's miserable state, the corners of Sacred Ancestor High Priest's mouth twitched slightly.

These were only four knives, and Lin Huan was already hurting until his expression was contorted. There was no way of comparing him to Wan Zhen at all.

One had to know, Wan Zhen was stabbed with dozens of knives earlier, but he did not make a sound.

"Won't? Huhu, you're also underestimating these guys' shamelessness too much!" Sacred Ancestor High Priest said with a cold snort.

Previously, he respected Dao Ancestor powerhouses from the bottom of his heart too.

The strong were always worthy of respect.

However, ever since he was tricked into refining pills, his perception of the nine great Dao Ancestors already dropped to freezing point.

"Ahhh! I … I'm going to die! Ye Yuan, I beg you, kill me! I … I can't take it anymore!" Lin Huan having been struck by a knife again, cried out miserably.