Even without using any blood qi, Su Zimo's current Green Lotus True Body was much stronger than any inferior black-grade Dharmic treasure!
In his hands, that inferior black-grade Dharmic treasure was like a soft mud that could be kneaded casually.
Su Zimo weighed the black iron ball in his hands and looked at Duan Tianliang playfully with a faint smile on his face.
Su Zimo was smiling.
However, Duan Tianliang was about to cry.
He had not expected that a country bumpkin who had just ascended and knew nothing would be such a ruthless character!
If that person wanted to kill him, it would be as simple as killing a chick!
Even Grade 3 or 4 Black Immortals might not possess the strength to accomplish what he had just done.
"Boss Su, I was wrong!"
With a thud, Duan Tianliang knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
No matter which world one was in, the path of cultivation was heaven-defying and filled with danger.
