"Master Cang Ming?"
Su Mo punched the man flying away and suddenly turned towards Luo Zhen: "You saw it clearly, there's no mistake?"
"Just now, his face was reddish, how could I recognize him? But after the fight, all the bloodstains on his body were blown away by Inner Strength, and naturally, I could see clearly. This person is definitely that old Taoist Cang Ming!"
Luo Zhen was also astonished: "But why has Master Cang Ming learned a full set of martial arts from the Youquan Sect?"
As they were talking, the Master Cang Ming who had just been knocked away suddenly stood up again.
His body was stiff like a puppet, the blood-colored light in his eyes flickered, yet not a single trace of human emotion existed.
With every movement, he flew to attack again, as if the injuries he had sustained were completely ignored.
"Damn thing!"
Luo Zhen's face darkened: "They want to turn Master Cang Ming into a Blood Slave!"