At least for him, he had already made a profit.
The master's plan could be completed one step earlier.
His mood also relaxed quite a bit.
However.
It was also here.
Cheng Guang's expression became strange.
"Old Man, what are you laughing at!"
Cheng Guang grabbed Qiu Zhiman's head with one hand, paying no attention to the spiritual screech emitted by the plump white worms upon their death.
That spiritual screech, before it even approached him, was shattered by the Proving Dao Map in his mind.
It was like a gentle breeze on the face.
Without any discomfort.
This Old Man even attempted to attack his Primordial Spirit.
If he had not been practicing Spiritual Martial Dual Cultivation, he might have really fallen for it!
Cheng Guang's expression remained unchanged.
He pounded his fist down again and again.
Bright red blood mixed with white thick paste flowed out, indistinguishable whether it was Qiu Zhiman's blood or the blood from the insect bodies on him.