The True Demon in Purple Robes saw the Bizarre Golden Immortal, a realm far superior to his, burst apart from a single punch, his hair standing on end as a chill shot straight up his spine.
He had thought to block this person's path and sell a favor to the Demon Monarch of the Deceiving Scripture Hall.
If someone had not taken the fall for him, then the one to explode from that punch just now would have been himself...
This was at least a Demon Monarch-level powerhouse!
Jia Ren's fist glowed with a black jade light, and an absorbing force drew in the Golden Immortal's demon soul and the Power of the Bizarre Law.
After dispatching his opponent with a single punch, he strode away.
He paid no attention to the Bizarre Immortal who, as if facing a formidable enemy, hid in a corner of the hall.
When Jia Ren reached the breach in the hall, he raised his eyes and glanced at the Blackwater River, thousands of miles distant.
