"I remember that there is an ancient Art in Hidden Dragon Sect called Hidden Execution of Justice. Do you know that Art?"
As thunderous rumbles shook the sky and earth, the old man coughed out a mouthful of blood. He staggered a few steps back, and Su Ming’s calm voice appeared by his ears.
Right before his eyes where the dragon and tiger fighting against each other. He saw the dragon shattering and the tiger letting out a piercing howl before they disappeared. Su Ming walked out slowly from within.
His expression was as calm as ever. Not a hint of change could be seen on him. He stood there and looked at the old man coldly.
"You still have one chance. As long as you cast that style and let me see Hidden Dragon Sect’s ancient Art, I won’t kill you."
"Do you really mean it?!"
Preview to chapter 398: Berserker Tribe’s Sacred Vessel!
Don't know why, but the Immortals in this book really give a 'everything in the universe belongs to me' kind of vibe.
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