"You might as well leave."
At this moment, an abrupt voice suddenly came through.
The ancient ancestor looked over and saw it was Zhao Chang, who was gasping more than breathing on the ground.
"Leave?"
The ancient ancestor sneered, his face wrinkles seemingly squeezing together, "If I leave, you could easily go for help, couldn't you?"
Zhao Chang coughed twice, spurting out a lot of blood, and, after catching his breath, he said, "It's not for my sake that I live, but for the sake of yours. At most, you're just at the Qi Refinement Realm, right?"
"Qi Refinement Realm, just? Boy, do you even know what you are talking about?"
The ancient ancestor suddenly stood up, and that invisible pressure emerged out of nowhere, rushing onto Zhao Chang.
Although the Qi Refinement Realm is the lowest level of spiritual cultivation for cultivators, there exists a huge chasm between it and martial artists.
