That was a Fourth-level Venerable! An incredibly powerful being, and now it had been blasted into a blood mist with a single punch.
It was utterly shocking! The scene deeply stimulated him.
You must understand, he himself was a Fourth-level Venerable, and though he had remained at this realm for many years, he feared he couldn't withstand such a violent punch either.
He now regretted deeply, wishing he could go back and beat his subordinates to death immediately.
Damn it, this is called lacking strength?
These subordinates were a complete pitfall, if he had rushed up foolishly, he might have been the one dead now.
The Purple Demon Old Ghost was utterly terrified now, and he turned to flee.
Yet he hadn't expected how swift the figure behind him was, almost catching up in an instant.
