However, this didn't affect Zhan Feng at all.
Hearing this hypnotic and confusing voice, Zhan Feng sneered in his heart, "Playing with these toys in front of me. It's just a small trick. I'll make you suffer!"
Staring at the sloppy old man, two beams of purple light burst out of Zhan Feng's eyes and disappeared in an instant. However, the sloppy old man seemed to be seriously injured. He snorted, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He retreated backward in succession. His face was ashen and he looked terrified, as if he had seen the bloody Shura field.
The other twelve Venerables were shocked when they saw this. They had experienced the power of the Soul-summoning Demonic Voice of the sloppy old man before, yet it had been broken by this young man in a single exch
