Chapter 175 Madam, we sent it!

"hiccup!"

The filamentous voice resounded again. The dagger in the palm of the old man's green robe was dancing rapidly. The falling stone debris piled up higher and higher, while the old stone in his palm was getting smaller and smaller. Only about a decade of breathing time left the size of the egg.

Cha! Another knife passed, and when the dagger struck the stone, the sound suddenly changed slightly.

The old man in the green robe did not stop, and the sharp dagger was still dancing fast, like a spirit jumping between its fingers, bringing up a string of shadows.

A moment later,...