2202: C2202 An Old Thief Who Has Been Smacked in the Face

C2202 An Old Thief Who Has Been Smacked in the Face

"Where? Where is it? "

The old man's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he scanned his surroundings.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find that ghostly light.

However, he did not dare to lower his guard in the slightest. The timing at which that ghostly light appeared was too horrifying.

If he was even half a step late, he would have been struck by this ghostly light.

"Humph!"

The old man snorted, and a shining Battle Armor appeared on the surface of his body.

This Battle Armor was made up of pieces of dragon's scale that were suffused with a cold light and its rank was not low.

This was a Holy-ranked High Rank Battle Armor refined by the old man. It could block an all-out attack of a Ancient Saint without being damaged!

It was the old man's greatest strength in the eastern border.

"What kind of scoundrel dares to sneak attack me? Hurry up and show yourself!"

This Dragon Scale Battle Armor is made from the scales of the Ancient Saint's Giant Demon Primordial Cloud Dragon, and cannot be broken by anyone else other than the High Rank.

"It's better if you obediently roll out here!"

After wearing the Battle Armor, the old man calmed down and shouted coldly.

With a body like a Battle Armor, even if it were a practitioner of the same level, he was not afraid.

What was there to fear from a scoundrel who knew how to sneak attack!

However.

"Puchi!"

In the next moment, the old man felt a sharp pain from his back.

As soon as the blade entered his body, blood splattered everywhere!

Ah!

The old man let out a miserable scream and fell to his knees.

"Who is it?"

The old man's expression became ugly as he quickly looked behind him.

Following that, he was stunned. There was still no one behind him!

The old man's pupils shrank as cold sweat dripped from his temples.

He wasn't even able to catch up to his opponent's speed, and the Dragon Scale Battle Armor on his body was also unable to defend against the attack of the unknown enemy.

Furthermore, he had never found the hidden enemy in his spiritual will.

"Damn it!"

The old man was drenched in cold sweat as he silently drummed in his heart.

He knew that he had undoubtedly met an expert.2

And in the eyes of the surrounding people, they only saw the elder from Tiandu Divine Cult calling out the Dragonscale Battle Armor.

When the old man confidently said that his defense would not be broken, in the next moment, that ghostly light pierced through the old man's body!

From start to finish, they had never seen an expert capable of stabbing the old man.

"What is this?"

"This Elder Gou from Tiandu Divine Cult has stepped into the Ancient Saint realm for tens of thousands of years, and his cultivation is incomparably profound.

Although he had never entered the realm of Old Saint, he was still considered strong within the realm of Ancient Saint.

How could he be ambushed without being able to resist at all? "

"Could it be that someone with Peak Ancient Saint or a quasi Emperor has made their move?"

Many experts were bewildered.

Peak Ancient Saint, or even quasi Emperor level experts, could they actually be so shameless as to sneak attack Elder Gou, who was inferior to them in the first place?

This way, he would lose face for the strong!

"This is an expert from my Unfailing. He's making his move!"

That Undescended Heaven'S Pride and many other citizens of Unfailing all looked excited.

He must be an expert of our Unfailing. Unable to stand it any longer, he brazenly took action.

Old thief, are you still not going to kill me?

"Who are you? I know you're someone from the Unfailing, why aren't you revealing yourself yet?

Could it be that the people from your Unfailing are so shameless?

Only know how to sneak attack me? "

Tiandu Divine Cult's eyes turned as he shouted loudly.

"Bang!"

Just as he finished speaking, clear footsteps could be heard.

Everyone looked back, and a tiny, short Black Man covered in black appeared in front of them.

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