Jiang Hong listened to these words, veins bulging on his forehead, and with a sudden exertion of his right hand, he tore off a piece of the cart shaft.
Standing right in front of Ji Yuan, the Corpse Buddha Child shouted angrily.
"Arrogant!"
Then this fellow first clasped his hands together, revealing a Corpse Buddha Demon Statue behind him, before striking out with a palm.
Immediately, a gigantic palm seal came rushing towards Ji Yuan.
"Tsk, looking for help?"
Ji Yuan sneered, his mind reaching for a piece of the cyan-brown scale armor inside him.
The bald-headed demon cultivator in front of him was at the mid-stage Core Formation level, and ordinary methods would certainly be unable to fend him off. Ji Yuan dared not take chances and decided it was safer to use the life-saving trump card given by his sect.
After all, there were three pieces of this scale armor given by the sect in total.
But once this thing is used, it's time to flee.
"Corpse Buddha Child, stop."
