With great alarm lingering within, the old man thought to retreat. Han Li on the other hand glanced at the black mountain with a trace of awe.
Such a peculiar and astonishing treasure wasn't something that this old man was able to refine. It was most likely some ancient treasure that had remained from antiquity. Han Li was certain that this treasure's might wasn't something that even a late Nascent Soul cultivator could endure.
So long as the strike landed, it would decide any battle in a single blow. With this item in hand, he would be able to resolve his lacking attack power. Not to mention that he was also interested in the old man's Wind Riding Chariot.
With that in mind, Han Li's gaze shifted to the old man and his expression gradually grew hostile. A trace of killing intent could be seen deep within his eyes.
