"Be smarter in the next life."
As those words were uttered, heaven and earth seemed to collapse, and the condensed void pressed towards Wang Ling, who appeared no more significant than an insect.
"As an expert of the Tao Realm, why trouble a junior!?"
At that moment, an indifferent voice echoed as if a breeze was fluttering through.
Wang Ling collapsed to the ground, and the scene before his eyes once again became clear.
His clothes had long been soaked with sweat, leaving his body limp and powerless. Suddenly, he looked up and saw a young man standing in front of him.
"Who are you? Dare to meddle with the affairs of the Black Sky Sect?"
"I am Primordial Daoist!" Zhou Dao bowed slightly and smiled lightly.
"Original Daoist!?"
As the name rang out, the expression on the face of Li Hu Chen, who stood suspended in midair, changed instantly.
In recent days, the most talked-about figure in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains had been the Original Daoist.