This is the power of Essence Blood!
This is the strength of the Black Witch Sect!
Actually, Liu Zhiming knew that they could also cultivate Essence Blood, but that cultivation technique was far too costly; merely condensing Essence Blood wasn't something ordinary people could achieve.
"Hmph, kid, you killed two Elders of my Black Witch Sect; today you must die!" Ba Kun looked at Xiaobao angrily and snorted, then slowly raised his fist shrouded in black mist.
"Is that so?" Xiaobao snorted coldly, his expression calm without any ripple.
In fact, it wasn't that Xiaobao's heart wasn't afraid, but now the danger he felt from Ba Kun was far more intense than when he had encountered Liu Zhiming before.
But Xiaobao knew he couldn't show it, for he had already thought of an escape route—running away.
