He thought of the faint fragrance he had caught earlier and felt that the Human Race young man before him must have secretly scattered some ultimate poison, which made the elder eager to strike Moyang down quickly so he could channel his energy and force the poison out of his body.
He simply hadn't expected that closing in on Moyang with such haste would open a gate to hell for himself.
Although Moyang could not dodge that palm strike, at that moment he suddenly grinned, his expression sinister and eerie.
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