"I see you... I see you... I see you..." He repeated this phrase in his heart, his face showing an unhealthy flush. In his eyes, strands of blood lines appeared as if they were worms.
He remained still, waiting.
He was waiting for the disaster to befall Fan Wubing, to strike him half-dead before "claiming the head." He was excited, trembling, as if he was engaged in some exhilarating feat, persistently thinking, "The 'Blood Disaster Death Immortal Skill'... I have already smelled the scent of the 'Blood Disaster Death Immortal Skill.' Once I obtain your first volume, I will have all four volumes. Four volumes, four volumes! It wasn't in vain that I almost met a fate of soul-burning for this..."
He stared at Fan Wubing, whose body was elusive in the rain, "What a pity, what a pity for your body, to be targeted by the Heavenly Dao. Otherwise, I could live for you, and on the side, enjoy the Luo Family girl's Taintless Sword Physique. What a pity..."
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It's here!
