Lingering Like a Ghost

"Pu!" In the end, Zhao Lin’s lifeblood roiled and he was forcefully enraged by Duan Ling Tian and the group of Megrez Peak disciples to the point that he spat out a mouthful of blood!

Blood splattered all over the floor, dazzling and resplendent.

All of the Megrez Peak disciples, including Duan Ling Tian, were struck dumb when they saw this scene.

"Elder Zhao Lin, we didn’t deceive you, we really…." One Megrez Peak disciple foolishly looked at Zhao Lin, but he hadn’t finish speaking when he noticed Zhao Lin’s fierce gaze sweeping over, and he hurriedly shut his mouth obediently.

"You…. Very good! I’ll come look for you again." Zhao Lin took a deep breath and swept Duan Ling Tian with a cold and indifferent gaze before leaving.

The surrounding crowd of Megrez Peak disciples opened up a path.