"This time, old man, I'm going all out." The "Scholarly Stratagems" in the hands of the Third Ancestor, Jiang Wenyuan, were surrounded by ancient runes. They spontaneously separated into hundreds of paper pages, forming a circle in the air that made the Third Ancestor look like a sage commanding the literary veins of heaven and earth.
"I can't tell whether this deal is a profit or a loss. It seems every time I deal with you Jiang Family, I end up taking a loss." The Undead Daoist shook his head with a bitter smile, self-deprecation in his tone, and speechlessly rubbed his forehead.
Then, the vertical eye at the center of his brow snapped open. The endless dead qi surging from it rapidly condensed into a pitch-black armor that fit snugly against his body, every piece of armor radiating a heart-palestilling aura of death.
Chapter 291