Old Liang's eyelids twitched, and he put down the Beicang Daijiao he had just picked up, his palm still clutching the bottle neck.
Nanhuang Daoist School?
Competing with me for students?
Threads of killing intent swirled in his heart, and his energy surged out like a storm, locking onto the figure outside the door through the wall.
"What terrifying energy!"
Ren You, who was standing in the long corridor, shuddered as if struck by cold lightning, feeling as if he were being stared at by a prehistoric beast with vertical pupils, an inexplicable fear as if exposed to the apex predator.
Fortunately, he was also a Specialized Level Martial Artist, his will strong and unyielding, and his energy surged outward as well.
Like a burst of scorching lava, it expelled the raging energy trying to seize him.
The sudden explosion of pressure created visible ripples in the air.
The two invisible forces clashed like bulls locking horns, neither willing to give an inch.
