Chapter 439 Backlash! Whitebeard Turns Into Redbeard

And there were hot bubbles coming out, just like blood...

No, this is blood!

The white-bearded old man from Tianji Pavilion standing on the platform was looking up at the sky, and blood was gushing out of his mouth like it was free...

It was several feet high...

From a distance, it looked like a red fountain.

This scene scared everyone and they looked at it in confusion.

The blood was scarlet, dazzling, and had a strong smell of blood, dyeing the entire platform red. The scene was shocking, as if they had experienced a fierce battle.

"Gululu!"

Looking at this scene on the platform, everyone swallowed their saliva at the same time, feeling a little dry in the throat.

"This is..."

"What happened..."

"This old man won't die, will he?"

"It shouldn't be. He's the elder of Tianji Pavilion. He shouldn't die so easily..."

"That's hard to say. I think he's in a very bad state. He seems to be on the verge of death."

"What did he calculate? Did he calculate some terrible thing?"

"Hiss--it can't be true. Don't talk nonsense!"

"I think it's more like he was hit by some ancient curse. Tianji Pavilion is mysterious and unpredictable. Maybe there are some unspeakable secrets."

"That's too pitiful. But it's pitiful. Should we stay away from it? I'm afraid that if the blood sprays on us, it will be troublesome..."

.............

A group of people talked a lot. Many of them widened their eyes and kept swallowing their saliva. Their eyes were full of horror.

They felt that this matter was beyond their understanding.

This completely overturned their thinking.

This old man was the elder of Tianji Pavilion. His cultivation was unfathomable.

He vomited blood twice because of fortune-telling.

And the second time was particularly serious, almost dying.

What did he predict?

If they were not close and witnessed this scene with their own eyes, they would have suspected that the old man was deliberately acting for them.

Could it be that the old man really predicted a great terror?

Thinking of this possibility, many people trembled all over, with a trace of panic on their faces. If this was true, wouldn't they also encounter a great terror?

The more they thought about it, the more frightened they became. At this moment, they felt that they were getting closer and closer to death.

Even Lin Feng, the second son of Twilight City, who had always been very stable, frowned, with a hint of solemnity and hesitation in his eyes.

Although he didn't understand what happened, this situation should be the time for him, the second son of Twilight City, to go up and save people.

Although he was not familiar with the old man, the old man's strength was there. Not to mention other things, just the fact that he was the elder of Tianji Pavilion was worthy of his help.

What's more, this old guy is a genuine Saint Realm expert. He just killed the Iron Tower Commander of Twilight City with one strike. His strength can be imagined.

But he really didn't dare to go up to save people, because he didn't know the situation of this old man in Tianji Pavilion. What if the other party was possessed by a demon, or cursed as others said.

Then he might have to sacrifice his life, which is not worth it.

After all, his own safety is the most important.

Lin Feng didn't dare, let alone Lin Yifei. If he didn't care about his face, he might have hidden behind Lin Yifei.

The blood sprayed by this old man was much more than what he had just shed, and it seemed like there was no end. It seemed that he would not stop until all the blood in his body was sprayed out.

This was too terrible. He just broke his hand and didn't want to lose his life again.

Broken hands can be reattached, but lost lives cannot be resurrected.

The only calm people on the field were Qin Mu and the four women in red.

Qin Mu glanced at the white-bearded old man on the stage... No, it should be the red-bearded old man now.

He felt a little funny, shook his head, and felt helpless.

This old guy must have been trying to get back at him again, but he was unlucky enough to be attacked.

Qin Mu still admired this old man. He had vomited blood when he was trying to get back at Mu Qingzi and Li Qingluo just now.

I didn't expect that he was still not giving up and even wanted to get back at me.

To use a common saying, this is simply looking for shit in the toilet with a light on.

When he was still very weak, Tianjizi of the Cangyue Dynasty would get back at him if he got back at him. Now that he is so powerful, it is no different from looking for death to get back at him.

However, Qin Mu had no intention of taking action at this time. This old man tried to understand his privacy without his consent, so he deserved it now.

He must be taught a lesson to let him know that peeping into other people's privacy is a very immoral behavior and must be changed.

Qin Mu folded his arms, smiling, watching the scene in front of him like watching a play, and found it quite interesting.

After all, you can't see such a wonderful fountain performance anywhere else.

Qin Mu didn't make any moves, let alone the four women in red clothes, they just watched quietly.

"Hu... Hu... Hu..."

At this time, the old man was still spurting blood crazily.

As the sound of blood splashing sounded.

Drops of blood fell onto the ring, forming pools of blood one after another, which looked extremely miserable.

In just a few breaths, the old man's figure became visibly stooped, as if he had shrunk.

Not only that, his old face covered with ravines and wrinkles became paler.

Since he was raising his head, his eyes could not be seen, but everyone could already imagine his expression of grief, anger, and extreme pain.

And all this seems to be just the beginning.

"Cough cough~ cough cough cough cough...!"

The old man began to cough violently again.

And it became more and more rapid, and with every breath, a blood arrow spurted out, which was extremely terrifying.

"No...not good! This old guy seems to be unable to hold on any longer...!"

Someone screamed, with a look of fear on their face.

"Isn't this old guy really planning something terrible?"

Another person murmured to himself, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his legs were trembling, and he was scared to death.

This time the old man vomited blood at a terrifyingly fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, blood spurted five or six times.

Every time he vomited blood, he looked weaker and weaker.

Moreover, his hair was turning white rapidly, and his originally shiny skin had lost its luster and was covered with wrinkles.

In an instant, the old man aged dozens of years.

The whole person looked extremely old, like an old man in his twilight years.

It looked like he might die at any time.

This scene immediately caused bursts of exclamations, and many people were even trembling with fear.

At this moment, no matter how stupid they were, they knew that the old man must have figured out something terrible, or had encountered some terrible curse.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be vomiting blood at all, and he wouldn't look like he's on the verge of death.

"Oh my god, it's so evil. Could this old guy have provoked some kind of ghost?"

"I feel like he must have figured out something terrible...!"

"No, let's leave quickly...if we stay any longer, a terrible disaster might happen!"

........

A group of people were so frightened that they all turned around and fled. They didn't even care about the four fairies on the field and the ensuing commotion, for fear of being implicated in it.

Suddenly, the entire square was filled with people and chaos.

"The situation seems a bit bad. Should we take action..." Seeing the old man's appearance, Lin Feng's eyebrows twitched slightly and he sighed secretly in his heart.

I was worried that I would be implicated if I took action, but if I didn't take action, the elder of Tianji Pavilion would just die in Twilight City, which seemed unreasonable...

And at this moment, a loud bell-like sound suddenly resounded high in the sky.