"Cough, cough, cough, cough... pfft..."
A hundred li away, the Flood Dragon finally assumed his humanoid Dao Body. Sitting amid the ruins, he opened his mouth and spat out blood.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."
Several more mouthfuls of blood gushed out.
At that moment, his heart was filled with shock and disbelief.
A fellow at the eleventh layer of the Void Refinement Realm actually sent me flying with a single blow of his staff.
And I was injured?
How was that possible!
How could anyone in Void Refinement be this strong?
Or was the magical treasure in his hand extraordinary?
Flying into the void, the Flood Dragon hastily swallowed a few pills and healed his superficial injuries. But when he looked toward He Pingsheng again, his eyes were filled with deep wariness.
However, he and Luo Bingyao were enemies who could not live beneath the same sky.
This was a blood feud between two lineages, as deep as a sea of blood.
What was more, Luo Bingyao had slaughtered his entire lineage while he was away!
How could hatred like that be dispelled so easily?
Whoosh...
He flew near He Pingsheng again.
By now, He Pingsheng could no longer be bothered to waste words on him. He did not want to kill the man, since there was no mortal enmity between them, and he also needed to leave this enemy alive for his disciple to hone herself against. But he did not want the fellow disturbing him either.
So, with a wave of his hand, he tossed out a golden talisman.
The Golden Sword Immortal Talisman.
It could kill someone at the peak of the Body Integration Realm.
Boom...
At the same time, He Pingsheng split off a strand of his immense divine sense and enveloped the talisman with it.
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