"Now, where else do you think you can escape to?"
At this moment, in the eyes of the Red-clothed Daoist, Fan Wubing looked just like the heavenly might he faced during his tribulation!
Majestic, ferocious, and inhuman.
The Red-clothed Daoist gritted his teeth and said viciously, "Do you dare to kill me! No, you don't dare, because you cannot kill me, you simply cannot kill me! You can only annihilate my soul. But don't forget, I am a Tribulation Immortal; as long as the great path I tread exists in this world, I have ten thousand ways to be reborn! You are strong, but what about your family? Your friends? Are they as strong as you?!"
"So you're going to break the pot to pieces, huh?"
Fan Wubing said with narrowed eyes, "Of course, I won't kill you."
The Red-clothed Daoist seemed to grasp some weakness, sneering, "You better ensure I don't die."
