Jiao Zhu's expression abruptly changed, turning cold with a hint of wariness and astonishment.
"You've refined Xin Feng's Holy Bone?" Jiao Zhu's voice rang with disbelief, and he became even more certain of his previous speculation.
It must have been Cai Huang, that sly old thief, who had been secretly nurturing this lad from the start, all to lower his own guard.
This time, because of Cai Huang's meridian obstructions and injuries, Jiao Zhu felt fortunate that he hadn't hesitated for a moment, or else once Cai Huang recovered, it would become much harder to deal with them both.
Facing Wu Hen, Jiao Zhu no longer dared to be the slightest bit careless.
The blood crystal grains around him rapidly converged in the air, forming a massive blood-colored phantom!
The phantom was like an evil deity, with wings spread wide, overshadowing the entire Red Port and creating an oppressive feeling so intense it was suffocating.
