Inside his body, the blood surged wildly and only settled down after a few seconds.
"Oh! I didn't expect you, kid, to be an Ancient. No wonder you're so arrogant! Even if your Ancient cultivation has reached the Peak of Palace Realm, in front of me, you still only have one path: death! I want to see how many of my moves you can take! Go to hell, brat!" the Red Robe Ancestor roared.
He leaped forward, with a red streak of light, charging like lightning.
Even though his eyes were blind, his six senses were extremely sharp, especially his grasp of the energy flow, surpassing ordinary people.
"Red Cotton Divine Palm—Endless Resentment!" the Red Robe Ancestor growled.
Both palms thrust forward fiercely, terrifying palm force, one after another, within a moment, the air was filled with his palm imprints, pressing brutally and ferociously towards Zhang Xiaohao.
"Old guy, you're too happy too soon! It's not over until the very end!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a cold laugh.
