The Peerless Genius Channing Lestrange

A young voice came from the distance. "The Immeasurable Heavenly Lord of Blessings. As sovereign pinnacles, you have lowered yourself to kill a junior. In the current martial arts world, have martial artists already disregarded their dignity?"

A young man in a black Daoist robe, with his long black hair tied into a crown, was riding a little green bull. His red lips and white teeth had a faint smile on his face. He said softly, "Scatter!"

Whoosh!

It was as if the power of heaven and earth enveloped this area.

The vitality that covered ten miles was instantly annihilated.

"Supreme pinnacle!" an old man as thin as a skeleton said hoarsely.

"If we can't escape, we'll drag him down with us!"

The other old man stared at Braydon Neal with his green eyes.

He was determined to drag Braydon down with him.

The two old things knew that they wouldn't live long.

He was very old, and his lifespan was coming to an end.