Marquis Nanlong sinisterly said, "Alright! Although this devilish body is inferior to my true body, you were able to withstand my attack and survive. It seems you aren't a low-grade cultivator. I will first use you as a blood sacrifice!"
The black energy on his face was even denser than before, and his pair of silver-white eyes were ice-cold. He stared at the old man as if he were a dead man, causing the old man's heart to tremble.
As soon as he finished speaking, Marquis Nanlong's body blurred, leaving behind a series of afterimages as he pounced toward the old man.
Lu Weiying was scared out of his wits and wanted to escape from the stone wall, but he was too late. The old man's movements were simply too fast. In an instant, he arrived in front of him like a phantom, and a claw wrapped in black energy was already heading straight for the old man's head.
