"Daoist Priest Cangming?"
Su Mo punched the man away and then looked sharply at Luo Zhen, "Did you see clearly? No mistake?"
"He had a flushed face just now. How could I recognize him? But after the fight, with the bloodstains flying due to internal force, I naturally saw clearly. This person is definitely that Daoist Priest Cangming!"
Luo Zhen was also surprised, "But how did this Daoist Priest Cangming learn the martial arts of the Nether Spring Sect?"
While they were talking, Daoist Priest Cangming, who had been knocked away, suddenly stood up again.
His body was stiff, like a puppet, and his eyes flickered with blood, devoid of any human emotions.
With movements that seemed puppet-like, he flew towards them again, seemingly indifferent to the injuries he had sustained.
"You rascal!"
Luo Zhen's face darkened, "They want to turn Old Daoist Cangming into a blood slave!"
