Hoo hoo!
The fierce wind howled.
Daoist Xuan He only felt the gale like a knife, cutting across his face.
As for that cultivator Fang Lang, who could carry him and still maintain such speed, surpassing the 'Nine Nether Demon Salamander' of his sect, it was clear he was a master of unorthodox paths, and Xuan He couldn't help but feel a bit of regret.
If he had known earlier that this person had such strength, he would never have angered him.
Even if they became enemies, he would have waited until returning to the sect to find an excuse to incite his elders to stand up for him, and he definitely wouldn't have ended up in this predicament.
'This person... must be a murderous talent in the unorthodox paths! Has he practiced to the point of losing his mind? How dare he ascend to attack the mountain gate of my Yuan Yin Temple?'
Daoist Xuan He thought of more.
