Although the police car couldn't catch up with the sports car, Qin Zhao used a spell to damage the car's tires.
On the deserted highway, because of the damaged tires, the sports car flew out from over the guardrail, and an old man jumped out from inside, his eyes glaring viciously at Qin Zhao.
"I didn't expect that this world also had an Evil Cultivator."
There was such a thick aura of deadly resentment on the ghost baby; this man must have killed quite a few infants.
"So young and yet so boldly meddling in affairs that don't concern you, seeking death!"
Qin Zhao had killed the ghost baby, which was a powerful weapon he had painstakingly cultivated. The old man had not anticipated that Qin Zhao would dare to chase after him so recklessly.
"You have thwarted my business time and again, today you will leave your life behind!"
The old man rapidly closed in on Qin Zhao, his every move a killing strike.
