Fang Bai looked at Linghu Baimi, who was barely breathing, with little life left, and anger surged in his chest.
"Old scoundrel, if I don't kill you today, the hatred in my heart will never be quenched!"
Fang Bai held the ancient cauldron in his hand, cold light glinting from his eyes, stepping upon space, walking step by step towards Bao Zhenhai.
Bao Zhenhai snorted disdainfully, "Kill me? With just you, a mere martial artist of the initial Soul Severing stage, simply delusional!"
"Supreme Elder, this little thief possesses a Blood Blade which seems to be a royal grade spiritual artifact, and the ancient cauldron in his hand is no ordinary item! Please, by all means, kill him and seize those two spiritual artifacts!"
Duan Yi, seeing the return of his sect's Supreme Elder Bao Zhenhai, rejoiced mightily and loudly spoke.
