Above the city walls.
Seeing the Golden Thunderbolt once again, and having the fortune to witness the little Taoist cast a new magic, the Old Dean maintained a calm expression on his face, but his heart was like a turbulent river.
"Where on earth did that old Taoist Tianxing find a monster to take under his wing?
That Shen Zhi was also a well-known figure in the Demon Sect, a great Mahayana Realm cultivator, and yet he couldn't withstand even the time it takes for an incense to burn, no, not even half an incense stick's time, before he perished like this!
And this young one's strength isn't just formidable, his control over spiritual power is also so exquisite. That move just now, gathering spirit into fire out of thin air, is something that would take an ordinary cultivator decades of arduous practice to achieve."
As the Old Dean pondered this, a strange thought suddenly popped into his mind.
