"Boy, follow me, and I, being merciful, will spare your life!"
Ao Bai stopped laughing, still enjoying the taste of freedom.
Fang Zong discovered that the evil aura emanating from Ao Bai was growing stronger, as if it had detached from Wang Mingxing's body and was beginning to transform into a ghost.
"[Level 5 in magic, not bad.]" Fang Zong thought to himself: Although Ao Bai's reputation isn't great, he is indeed a powerful general, and his Level 5 magic strength is quite impressive. So he smiled and said, "How about I give you a Spirit Transformation Herb to turn into a military spirit and help me?"
Ao Biden was furious and slapped him, saying, "You don't follow me, but you expect me to follow you? You're no different from that brat Kangxi! You deserve to die!"
With a bang, Ao Bai was stunned.
"Bang!" Two blows, and Ao Bai was dumbfounded.
"Bang!" With three blows, Ao Bai coughed up blood.
Wu Xiaoying: "..."
Duolong: "..."
Ao Bai: "..."
With his mouth full of pale blue ghost blood, Ao Bai looked at Fang Zong as if he were looking at a great monster he had never seen before.
He could tell that Fang Zong's strength was only at the third level of the Technique Realm, but...
He's a fifth-level stunner!
He was Ao Bai, the greatest warrior in Manchuria!
Have you ever seen a level 3 magic user who could withstand three blows without flinching, whose silver light defense on his chest was shattered, yet only coughed a few times?
And... why am I injured?!
"My virginity is unbreakable!" Ao Bai roared madly. Having been branded on the Three Lives Stone for so many years, he had just come out and encountered this, which he could no longer bear.
He thought about it carefully; if he were still alive, he should have run away by now.
His inner pride stopped him; he simply didn't want to run away!
He ran away as soon as he came out? Is he still the number one warrior in Manchuria?
While Ao Bai was still hesitating, Fang Zong had already stretched out his hand, curled his fingers into a claw, and grabbed his arm with the Three-Five-Eight Grappling Hand.
"Excuse me,"
Fang Zong's voice was filled with excitement, and he said with a beaming smile, "Your Boy's Skill is not bad, but it will become my Silver Robe and Crimson Robe!"
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