"This kid…" Watching that figure, even the old man couldn't help but twitch his mouth.
As a Dao Realm expert, he could naturally sense that the young bird's realm had already reached the Fifth Grade of the Divine Cultivator Realm, and the gap between Zhang Menglong and it was simply worlds apart. When he discovered the existence of that young bird earlier, he had even prepared for this attempt to fail.
Zhang Menglong, in the Third Grade Spiritual Body Realm, stood absolutely no chance of survival in front of that young bird.
However, he did not expect that Zhang Menglong would possess such a terrifying martial arts skill, especially the twenty or so flames he summoned, each wielding earth-shattering energy. Their rarity even surpassed that of the Cold Marrow Jade Dew; at least up to now, he had never seen such a terrifying miracle of nature.
