The Strongest Jiang Batian!

Her clean embroidered shoes stepped on the blood on the ground, and they were so white that they shone.

This room was filled with the Blood Rakshasa's pressure and internal energy. Logically speaking, no one would be able to easily push open this door. Or even if their cultivation was deep enough, they would definitely cause a huge commotion. If not for the creaking of the door and pillar, the Blood Rakshasa would not have noticed that the door had already opened.

Who was so capable?

They thought that the person who came was a powerful expert, but when they turned around, it was a weak woman in embroidered shoes. There was not a trace of internal energy on her body. Her figure was slender and her face was thin. She held a handkerchief in her hand and walked in weakly.

Xiaobao widened his eyes. "Grandma?"