Amidst the sprawling sandstorm, a silhouette streaked across like a meteor.
One moment, it was near, the next, it had reached the horizon.
The speed surpassed even the previous golden orb's tunneling speed.
Luo Chen, in his red robe and with a face resembling jade, appeared calm, yet Han Zhan, concealed within the Soul Nourishing Wood, could sense the turmoil beneath that calm exterior.
"Do you truly want to ruin Blood Nightmare Mo Luo's plans?"
"Why not!"
"There's not a life-and-death enmity between you, but if you do this, it will indeed become a real vendetta. In the future, you won't even have the chance to sit down and talk."
"Heh, there's no life-and-death enmity for him, but for me, it's a fight to the death!"
Han Zhan fell silent.
For a Nascent Soul True Master, Golden Core cultivators are insignificant, even if the Hundred Craft Mountain Master was chasing Luo Chen—it was merely Blood Nightmare Mo Luo's command.
