Chapter. 97. Heretic Priest

Battling punches and kicks for a long time, but the opponent he was facing was not injured by a palm strike that hit the solar plexus, couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder welling up in the bald man's heart.

“This brat is very strange, his cultivation is clearly at the mid-stage Heavenly Realm. I don't know why I couldn't beat him to death with that blow, even now there are no signs of fatigue from him. It's strange how can it be that a Heavenly Realm like me can't deal a mortal blow to him!”

Yuan Liong himself who had seen the moves played by the bald man then said, “Hey bald! Just take off your mask, I can already guess who you are ... Ha ha ha! You must be the legend of the black people nicknamed the Heretic Priest of Calamity!”

“No wonder the Order of the Black Devils dares to mess around in this southern area, a geezer like you is one of the top brass!”