Huo Lian's strength had greatly shocked Kui Yong. He had never expected this.
He had not expected Huo Lian's strength to have risen so astonishingly over these thousand years.
Huo Lian's current strength far surpassed his peak state back when he had been the Demon Hall Master.
Even after his essence blood had been damaged, he had recovered and even climbed to greater heights.
Kui Yong had to admit that he rather admired Huo Lian.
But admiration was one thing; he still had to kill him.
Kui Yong suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Pang Yi opposite him.
Pang Yi was concentrating on practicing his cultivation method. Kui Yong could sense Pang Yi's divine sense growing stronger step by step as he practiced.
His divine sense is still too weak, Kui Yong thought.
Pang Yi's divine sense was actually quite powerful, only somewhat weaker than that of old fellows such as Pang Ji.
But to Kui Yong, divine sense of this strength was still far from enough. It could not satisfy him or meet his requirements.
"Cough, cough, cough..." A wave of discomfort filled Kui Yong's chest, and he could not help coughing several times.
His coughing startled Pang Yi out of his practice.
He hurriedly asked, "Ancestor, are you all right?"
"Carry on with what you were doing," Kui Yong said coldly.
Pang Yi dared not ask any more questions and immediately closed his eyes again.
He had not expected Kui Yong to cough several times for no apparent reason.
This was absolutely abnormal.
For an expert like Kui Yong to be unable to suppress his coughing, judging by the sound, it was clearly still because of his injuries.
Could Kui Yong's injuries really be that severe?
"What are you letting your thoughts run wild for? Calm your