Mosquito Daoist Dies, Bai Ze Appears

Mosquito Daoist stood in midair, dressed in a black Daoist robe woven with blood-colored patterns. At first glance, he truly looked somewhat like a Demonic Path overlord.

Seeing Wang Xian's good attitude and hearing his apology, he said nothing further. He turned and flew toward the essence blood gathered within the crimson clouds.

His purpose today was these essence blood droplets. They had been condensed from the blood of hundreds of thousands of strong and healthy Humans. Once he absorbed them all, his strength would soar, and he might even become one of the strongest beings beneath the Saints.

That was why he had ignored Wang Xian, who had attacked him time and again.

Of course, he would not let Wang Xian off. Once he had drained all that essence blood, he would suck dry the man who had dared attack him.

"Are cultivators of your era all this simple-minded?"

Wang Xian looked speechlessly at the members of the Jie Sect, making their expressions turn somewhat unpleasant.

Although the word "simple-minded" could be considered praise, the look in Wang Xian's eyes clearly did not carry the meaning they understood.

After glancing at the Jie Sect members, Wang Xian withdrew his gaze and once again drew his bow.

This arrow was nearly transparent. The moment it appeared, the space around it began to distort, and even tiny Space Rifts emerged.

Because of his earlier remark, the Jie Sect members were still watching Wang Xian. When they saw the nearly transparent arrow, their bodies instantly went cold, and even fine goosebumps rose on their skin.

They could sense that if this arrow struck them, they would be severely injured even if they did not die.

This incident completely branded Wang Xian in the minds of the Jie Sect members as someone who