C408 Thousand Face Scholar?

"Whoa there, Daoist Kuang, you're courting death!" The old woman's eyes flashed dangerously as she pointed her scepter, releasing dozens of eerie green lights that hurtled towards the old Daoist like a horde of wailing ghost infants.

The spectral figures let out mournful cries, evoking the sense that true demons had descended.

"These petty tricks might scare the average Joe