Jiang Tianjun stood in the wind with his sword behind his back. The mysterious dragon around him breathed in and out the light of Tai Chi. He had an imposing aura and his eyes were sharp.
"It seems that your race has a deep connection with my sect!"
In the fifteen million years of history of the profound Shadow Sect, there were countless experiences and records of catching and destroying ghosts.
However, he had only fought with the ghouls once.
The battle this time left a deep impression on the entire sect.
The scene at that time was recorded in detail in the sect's ancient books and records, and it was well-known by countless disciples in the future.
It was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind, and it was difficult to get rid of it.
