บท 154: The Sacred Maiden and the Archdevil

Fang Lang was being carried by the old monk. All he could feel was the air around him moving at lightning speeds.

There seemed to be countless lights and shadows flying past him at high speeds.

Traveling at that speed was an unprecedented horror. It was faster than even Chao Xiaojian's flight sword.

Fang Lang understood that the old monk was much more powerful than Chao Xiaojian.

After all, this old monk managed to easily block the long-range killing attack from Zhao Taifeng!

He was not a transcendental realm warrior but he could block the attack of a transcendental realm warrior. He must be a warrior that belonged to the ninth-class realm.

Fang Lang was filled with awe and respect in the presence of a warrior like this.

The old monk's speed never faltered. Even while carrying a passenger, he could maintain this divine feat of making the earth seem to shrink into inches. His might was unfathomable.