The Taoist Priest in a cyan robe suddenly felt a chill of murderous intent behind him, and in that moment, his profound Taoist magic manifested, his body swiftly dodging to the side.
However, his arm still did not escape the dagger, leaving a scar from which fresh red blood also flowed.
At this time, Li Xiaoqiang turned his gaze towards his mute disciple, who at the moment stood slightly hunched, and his face was enveloped in a black mist.
He turned his head, his cold gaze fixating on Li Xiaoqiang. In that moment, Li Xiaoqiang felt all the hairs on his body stand on end; he was as if trapped in an ice cellar, and he couldn't help but shiver.
Long San directly wielded his Peach Wood Sword, speaking in a deep voice, "The infant ghost has already possessed a body."
