He personally killed his junior brother…
Mr. Zhuang's breath was already very faint, but he still held on, showing that he still had some lingering thoughts.
The Blood of the Heavenly Man, the Innate Taoist Bone, the Back Ruins Heaven Burial, none of these mattered much to him…
"Senior Brother…"
Mr. Zhuang murmured softly, "For the sake of being fellow disciples, don't trouble... my few little disciples…"
The Taoist Gui Tao's expression was bewildered, then turned cold. He was just about to speak mockingly.
At that moment, several golden chains suddenly appeared in the air.
These chains bore the grand and rugged Great Dao Formation Patterns, and as soon as they appeared, they formed a cage as if aiming to firmly trap the Taoist Gui Tao.
The Taoist Gui Tao chuckled, "You old fool, dreaming of reaping the benefits!"
