The world inside the pot.
Urgent footsteps echoed in the grand hall, and Yuan Tiangang hurried inside.
Inside the hall, Li Chunfeng was half-kneeling on the ground, his white robes stained with blood, and the air carried a faint metallic scent.
"You're injured?" Yuan Tiangang couldn't believe it—was there really someone in this world capable of wounding Li Chunfeng?
Li Chunfeng was at the Sixth Realm Immortal Hero Great Perfection stage, half a step into the Seventh Realm, only slightly inferior to Yuan Tiangang himself. He had mastered the Beidou Life and Death Divine Power and Taibai Red Killing Technique, capable of killing enemies from hundreds of miles away.
His Taoist skill was only marginally weaker, and in today's decline of Taoist practices, Li Chunfeng could easily be considered the second most powerful in the world. But who could possibly accomplish this?
Could it be that ancient hermits had re-emerged?
