A pair of crimson eyes looked at himself indifferently. This imposing aura, as strong as a mountain, was extremely overwhelming.
The Ghost Taoist's face was cut open by a half-inch long gash due to the recent punch, with trickles of fresh blood oozing out.
However, the Ghost Taoist was not at all angered by the recent blow; instead, he was extremely excited: "I was indeed not mistaken, what a solid foundation."
The Ghost Taoist seemed to have seen some rare treasure, and his dark pupils were filled with greed: "Without the essence, what wonderful material this is."
In the distance, a trace of confusion appeared in the crimson eyes.
Seeing the Ghost Taoist taking a heavy punch, seemingly unscathed.
And Cao Qin, lying on the ground, was shocked as he saw the huge human figure.
At the moment of his previous defeat, he did not see Zhan Ting's figure, and he already sensed things were going wrong, and when the Ghost Taoist attacked, his heart had fallen into despair.
