The muscles underneath the old Daoist's robe bulged as he instantaneously mustered up his level-15 cultivation and discharged mystic energy.
This discharge ended up colliding with the snowflakes that Qiao Mu had shot over.
Instantly, several slicing sounds were heard, and the old Daoist's eyes bulged in disbelief as he looked at his slashed robe. Not to mention…
The snowflakes had also cleanly lacerated his two arms through the robe, and they were bleeding.
Upon exchanging blows, a small level-12 mystic cultivator injured him?
Qiao Mu didn't speak a word. Her battle approach was that she absolutely wouldn't waste a single breath on you once the fight began.
She flicked her fingers, and the dozen advanced-level attack talismans she was guiding flew over head-on, simultaneously bombarding the old Daoist's face as if they didn't cost anything.
