The black fire was laced with a poison that hindered his recovery, but it was no match for the rapid healing granted by that senior.
In the blink of an eye, his body had fully recovered, several times faster than even Pu Miao's own regeneration.
"Master Pu Miao, why do you always try to run? Can't you just stay and fight me properly?"
Seeing Pu Miao's current state, the Dharma Aspect this Monk had manifested was actually an Evil Spirit. It was quite laughable.
'So this is a Buddhist Cultivator?'
"Don't tell me a Great Cultivator of the Visceral Stone Realm like you is actually afraid of a mere Primordial Feeding Realm cultivator like myself?"
A smile on his face, Yang An started walking toward Pu Miao, one step at a time.
"If you return our temple's great treasure, I can promise that we will let bygones be bygones. How about it?"
Pu Miao said slowly, his voice raspy and utterly inhuman.
