Only by fighting hard can there be a glimmer of hope.

But the other party is an eighth-level immortal.

He felt inferior to him.

Although there was only a small realm difference, he could feel the power of the man in black, who seemed to be more powerful and dangerous than the ninth-level immortals he usually encountered.

This feeling makes no sense, yet it is so clear.

After just one encounter, he was injured, and seriously injured.

The next moment, the sword arrived.

It stabbed his red cloak.

Chi!

The red cloak flashed with extremely strong light, but it seemed to be made of paper and tore apart directly.

The white-haired old man's face changed drastically.

He knew this cape all too well.

Once upon a time, even the ninth-rank immortals were unable to break it, even with their magical weapons.

But the eighth-rank immortal in front of him actually tore through the cloak with ease.

He was stunned for a moment.

The tip of the sword continued forward and pierced his body in an instant.

A surge of immortal power entered his body.

The white-haired old man's body was shaking violently, and his internal organs were completely shattered.

Even a great immortal would probably find it difficult to save him.

The man in black put away his sword.

The body of the white-haired old man disappeared from the spot as if weathered by nature.

The body is gone, and the soul is gone too.

die.

It's worse than dead.

Tang Xiaobao supported the little princess and looked on in amazement.

That’s awesome.

Too tough.

He is obviously only an eighth-rank immortal, but with such combat power, he can kill the white-haired old man in seconds.

There's only one level difference between the two realms, is the gap so huge?

The man in black took off his veil.

Suddenly, Tang Xiaobao opened his eyes wide and exclaimed.