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Chapter 200: The Old Man Got a Dark Hand

Ji Damo was quite jealous of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion\'s power.

He knew that he couldn\'t fight them.

Although he was the deputy leader of the Blood Sea Demon Sect, he understood that if he had clashed with them, it would not only harm him, but he would also become the enemy of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

Ji Damo said, "I have no bad intention towards the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. I just want to know who killed my son, Ji Zhenmo."

If he were to find the man who killed his child, he would cram, peel, and torture him.

"If you are looking for the person who killed your son, then you should leave the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion\'s range to search for him. No matter who it is, no one will be able to do it inside the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion\'s range. If you break the rules, you will be chased and killed by the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion." The powerful old man was expressionless; his tone was gloomy and unfriendly, even a bit impatient.

"Your son didn\'t die inside the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion; he died outside."

The gazes of the several powerful people of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion were locked on Ji Damo. If he dared to make a move, they would definitely make him pay a painful price.

Ji Damo was not happy. He looked at the crowd below, "My son is Ji Zhenmo, anyone who knows who has a conflict with my son will be given benefits."

The immortals in the city looked at each other. Some of them didn\'t even know what is going on, but then, there would always be a brave man under heavy money.

"I know that your son had a conflict with a stranger a few days ago. That person has an Eighth Grade Spirit Grass, and your son wanted to get it from him. So, he left the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion to go after that person." An old man in the crowd said.

Ji Damo said, "Who is he?"

The old man shook his head, "I don\'t know who he is. No one knows his origin, but I know that his name is Zhou Di, he once came to find me, asking me to wash off the Blood Sea Demon Sect\'s mark from his body, but since I know it\'s the mark of the Blood Sea Demon Sect, I didn\'t dare to touch it."

One of the powerful people of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion said, "Now it\'s clear that your son left Heavenly Treasure Pavilion to find and kill someone to take his treasure, but he ended up being killed. He is not strong enough to fight that person, so it\'s not that person\'s fault."

"Please leave now."

Ji Damo\'s face was extremely gloomy, he believed what that brave old man said, but he still had to do something. His son had a powerful treasure, and ordinary immortals were no match to him, so who was he?

Asshole!

How dare you take what\'s mine, damn it.

Lin Fan was lying down and watching from the window, muttering in his heart, \'it\'s too disappointing that they didn\'t fight. Otherwise, it would be a good show.\'

Zhou Di.

It turned out the name of the person who got the Eighth-Grade Spirit Grass was Zhou Di, and now everyone thought that he was the one who killed Ji Zhenmo, when the truth was, it was Lin Fan who did it. It might be a little too much to blame him, but if you thought about it, young people could grow faster when they bore a little pressure, and Lin Fan was willing to give the pressure Zhou Di. Hopefully, Zhou Di would be able to surge under this pressure.

"Well, since that is the case, I will not bother the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion." Ji Damo clenched his fists; he didn\'t want to get in trouble with the powerful people of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. So, he kept Zhou Di\'s name in his mind and vowed to kill him.

As the voice fell, Ji Damo turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

The few old men who were floating in the air also disappeared into a certain place in the city and continued guiding the place.

"Cut! It\'s boring." Lin Fan muttered.

He still wanted to see the battle, but it was a shame it never happened.

.....

Ji Damo had left the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion with anger in his heart. Although he didn\'t clash with the powerful people of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, he held a grudge against them.

If he had the opportunity in the future, he would take revenge.

They couldn\'t even protect his son when he stayed at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion; they were simply useless.

Suddenly, Ji Damo saw a crazy old man below, running wildly on the ground, chattering and screaming.

Actually, he could just leave in a blink of an eye, but now, since he was upset and wanted to vent his anger.

"You deserve your bad luck."

Ji Damo\'s eyes were sharp and murderous before fiercely slapping his palm towards the ground.

The qi condensed into a giant hand descended from the sky and landed directly on the ground, crushing the crazy old man viciously.

"Bah! Count that as your unlucky day."

Ji Damo was in a slightly better mood. Perhaps only killing could make him feel slightly happier, but then, he remembered the furnace that he had worked so hard was killed by someone else. He was furious once again.

Now tell me who was responsible for this?

Ji Damo didn\'t even think that the crazy old man would survive. His slap was so powerful that it would even make a Void Stage cultivator got thrown away.

Just when he was about to leave the place.

He heard a crying sound, "Wow! Ohhhhh...why did you hit me?"

He saw the crazy old man was crying, tears and snot streaming down his face, his clothes were tattered and dusty, "I\'ll fight you, you bad man."

Ji Damo was stunned as he looked down in disbelief.

How could that be possible?

What\'s going on with this crazy old man?

Right when he was stunned, the crazy old man appeared in front of him and slapped him. It looked like an ordinary slap, but to Ji Damo, the power was terrifying.

Bang!

Ji Damo\'s body shook and fell from the sky, blasting through the ground.

"Shit, who is this crazy old man, this strength..."

Ji Damo stood in the pit, his body flickering with monstrous demonic qi. Blacklight emerged as he grips his hand, and his expression gradually became solemn. This crazy old man was quite powerful, definitely a True Stage cultivator.

But who was he exactly?

Someone who\'s a True Stage cultivator couldn\'t be just a random person.

"Who are you?" Ji Damo\'s palm condensed with pitch-black light, as several mystic arts were fused together, waiting for an opportunity to attack the crazy old man.

It was useless. The old man didn\'t even pay attention to his question; instead, he rushed towards him like a madman.

With his palms behind his back, Ji Damo roared and slapped his palms just when the crazy old man attacks him.

"Go to hell."

The palm shook, and astonishing power turned into a roaring demon.

Boom!

The crazy old man was struck and flew backward, blasting on the ground, and made it shake and cracks.

"Oh, don\'t overdo it."

Ji Damo was full of disdain; he was underestimating the crazy old man. For him, this crazy old man had no combat experience. It would be nice if he could suppress a True Stage cultivator and turned him into a demon slave.

But then.

He found the crazy old man was still standing there, unharmed.

"It hurts; it hurts."

The crazy old man\'s flesh was ripped open, revealing the bones inside, but the bones weren\'t white, it was golden.

A golden body?

Ji Damo was terrified. He didn\'t expect this crazy old man to have golden bones. That was something only immortals could have.

Quickly.

The broken flesh of that crazy old man started to move and returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

Ji Damo was stunned as he watched.

"Good, I didn\'t expect this will happen. I went out to avenge my son\'s death. Although I didn\'t find the murderer, I ran to a crazy old man like you on my way back. If I can turn you into a demon slave, my strength will be closer to the next level. "

Ji Damo was overjoyed. He had discovered that the crazy old man was very different from ordinary people, and it would make everything much easier to handle.

Suddenly, the crazy old man shouted and rushed towards Ji Damo. For Ji Damo, this was the perfect opportunity to take down this crazy old man.

"I\'m going to smash you."

Just as the voice fell, a pool of blood appeared in the crazy old man\'s hand, as the blood dripped, red light spread over tens of thousands of miles.

"What kind of dao artifact is this?"

Ji Damo was shocked. He felt his heart pounding violently upon seeing the old man\'s dao artifact.

The crazy old man swung the blood pool and smashed it towards Ji Damo\'s head.

Ji Damo screamed and clanged his head. His entire head felt as if it was cracking open, and his soul trembled like it was about to disperse.

Puff!

Ji Damo, who just suffered a powerful attack, vomited blood as the black light enveloping his body dimmed.

"What kind of terrifying dao artifact is this, how can it be so terrifying?" Ji Damo lost his mind and screamed in shock; he had a dao artifact protected him. But, still, even that dao artifact was unable to withstand what looked like a simple smash. It hit him so hard that he felt like his head was about to crack.

Run!

He quickly fled towards the distance; he thought that taking this crazy old man down was easy. He didn\'t expect that this crazy old man got a dark hand.

The crazy old man swung the blood pool and smashed Ji Damo\'s back.

Bang!

Ji Damo\'s back exploded, blood sprouted wildly. The qi in his hid body was rioting, as his condensed immortal laws shuttered directly.

Ji Damo was terrified; his cultivation stage was quite high, so what kind of dao artifact could hurt him like this?

Just when he was thinking about the dao artifact, the crazy old man attacked him with the blood pool again.

Ji Damo was directly smashed to the ground. His face was pale as he crawled through the pit, and when he saw the crazy old man was about to attack him again, he immediately raised his hand and said, "Spare my life."

If the crazy old man were to continue to attack him like this, he wouldn\'t be able to save his life and ended up die miserably.

He was afraid that this crazy old man wouldn\'t stop attacking him but turned out he stopped.

"Do you still dare to bully me?" The crazy old man shouted, like a child who was being bullied, and finally exploding with power, beat down all the bullies until they beg for mercy.

Ji Damo hurriedly waved his hand, "No, I don\'t. I don\'t dare to bully you again."

The crazy old man put away the blood pool, "If you dare to bully me, I\'ll beat you up again."

Then he left happily.

"Who the hell is he?"

Ji Damo stared at the distant back with terrified eyes. He was trying to remember all the people he knew in his mind, but he still couldn\'t remember if he ever met someone like this crazy old man before.

When the crazy old man took out the blood pool, he found that the blood pool emitted vicissitudes aura. It was definitely not an ordinary item, and it was most likely even an existence beyond a dao artifact.

But it\'s impossible.

Unable to figure it out and didn\'t want to think about it, Ji Damo dragged his extremely injured body away from that place.

He felt wronged.

He just lost his son. He hadn\'t even able to find the murderer, and now he was seriously injured. With this kind of injury, it would require a long time to recover.

No way.

He needed to tell his leader that a crazy powerful old man just appeared.