A Profitable Windfall

Dust and shattered stones pattered down, and the pungent stench of blood spread through the night wind.

"Ugh..."

Before Li Yingluo and the others could react, the Old Man on the ground had already gritted his teeth and forced himself up, enduring the agonizing pain.

Thick black mist surged from around him, swiftly mending his bodily wounds.

Then, without the slightest hesitation.

Old Mo stamped down hard! As Magic Power circulated, his entire body instantly turned into a blurred shadow, shooting desperately toward the distant horizon at a speed that nearly burned away the source of his life!

Regret gnawed at his heart!

Damn it! He never should have come to test this brat!

He had only thought of confirming whether this man possessed the ability to kill the Vajra Buddhist Disciple, completely forgetting to consider whether, if it were true, he could escape alive from his hands!

After all, who could have imagined it? Who could have imagined that a mere deputy general who had emerged from a dragon's pool and tiger's den could possess such combat strength?!

That crushing punch inside the mansion! It had been so fast it drove one to despair!!

He had intended to trade injury for injury, only to discover in horror that his all-out counterattack could not even shake the protective force surrounding his opponent, where lotus-shaped Buddha Light flowed!

Surging Magic Power comparable to the late Cosmic Birth Realm, reinforced by the defense of a top-tier Buddhist Treasure... Had he not risked his life to dodge at the final moment, that single punch alone would have left him at death's door!

Yet even if he wanted to retreat now, it was already exceedingly difficult.

Old Mo's speeding body was like one that had slammed into an invisible iron wall, abruptly coming to