Even he, himself, probably didn't expect this. Today, he had originally planned to eliminate Qiao Mu in this wild, mountainous country, yet he was the one who suffered from serious injuries instead.
Ah! Heaven had its eyes closed! How could it treat him like this?
"Cough." The old Daoist vomited out another mouthful of bloody saliva. Simultaneously, his head was suffering from dizzy spells as he gazed coldly at Qiao Mu through the semi-transparent defensive thunder barrier.
Could it be that he had to use that secret technique today?
How hateful!
If there was any mishap, he would be obliterated by Heavenly Law…
"Cough, cough cough!" The old Daoist flipped his left hand, taking a white jade porcelain bottle out from his inner world. He poured out two to three medicinal pills, stuffing them into his mouth without looking.
