บท 123: Chapter 100: Battle of Luck_2

The cultivator standing atop the flood dragon had an icy expression, his hands forming seals, instantly stopping the gushing blood from the dragon's fissured wound and began healing it.

Then, he lifted his head, looking at the fleeing figure of Chu Zheng, silent as he spurred the flood dragon to follow.

In his view, a Spirit Spring Realm cultivator capable of instantly killing an Entry Dao Realm cultivator and possessing such swift escape speed must have used some secret technique.

Such methods of burning one's own origin to increase strength surely could not last for long.

Taixuan Holy Land... Chu Zheng...

Recalling the words he had just heard, the middle-aged cultivator's complexion grew increasingly ugly.

Even if Chu Zheng belonged to the Taixuan Holy Land, he still had to capture this person's head; otherwise, he would have no way to explain himself upon his return.