C244 Plan B

"Thunder Immortal Techniques! How can he wield two distinct Dao Arts?"

As lightning streaked the sky, Mo Lao'er's complexion shifted from ashen to a liverish hue in a heartbeat. His voice quivered with terror as he howled. Then, abruptly, he bowed deeply to Ye Tian and pleaded, "Mercy, please!"

Crack!

But in the very moment his plea ended