The Treasure Daoist
Editor: Noodletown Translations
"What is the black ball that the fat daoist threw out? How was it so powerful that it even wounded Huo Leng?"
"How would I know? I didn't expect the fat daoist to be this powerful."
"You are wrong. I don't think the fat daoist is powerful, but his black ball is surely something."
The surrounding self-cultivators talked among themselves, their eyes full of astonishment. Of course, they were not astonished by the fat daoist's strength but the power of the black ball and the black shield.
Hearing the comments of the nearby self-cultivators, Huo Leng's face turned dark and chilling light flashed in his eyes. As strong as he was, Huo Leng had not expected that he would have been wounded by a black ball.
Suddenly a thought occurred to Huo Leng and his expression changed. He asked, "Black Fire Grenade! That's a Black Fire Grenade in your hand."