"What... what level of cultivation is this?"
Sky Python was like a dead dog, his whole body charred black as he lay in a crater. He weakly raised his eyes to look at the people standing not far away, gazing down at him.
In front of him stood three men.
One wore a golden robe and radiated an imposing aura without even trying.
To his left stood a Daoist in a green robe, a sword strapped to his back.
The last was Daoist Duobao, who had just left and returned.
"Quasi-Saint... He's a Quasi-Saint!"
Blood Flood Dragon King swallowed and uttered those words.
At that, Sky Python felt a chill run through his entire body, as if his blood had frozen.
The other party was actually a Quasi-Saint!
This was bad!
His master, Blood Flood Dragon, was only at the peak of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.
Yet the man in the golden robe had already reached the Quasi-Saint realm.
How could they possibly fight him?
"Fifth Brother, are you hurt?" Di Jun asked, worry in his eyes.
"Big Brother, I'm fine. These two aren't nearly strong enough to hurt me."
Li Mo cast a disdainful sidelong glance at Blood Flood Dragon and Sky Python.
Only then did Di Jun breathe a sigh of relief.
That was true. In a real head-on fight, even he, with his mid-stage Quasi-Saint cultivation, might struggle to defeat Li Mo.
After all, a terrifying being like Luohu was hidden inside him.
"These two dared to attack Daoist Li Mo. I'll finish them off myself."
As he spoke, Tongtian Daoist drew his sword.
Sharp sword qi burst from the Qingping Sword.
The fierce killing intent made Blood Flood Dragon feel as if the scales he prided himself on were about to be torn apart.