The next moment, Old Zhang started mumbling an incantation under his breath.
A layer of illusory scenery rose up around his body.
It looked just like a mirage.
When Tiger Wing's attack landed, it miraculously passed straight through Old Zhang's body.
As if the guy had turned completely incorporeal.
Tiger Wing frowned slightly. This abnormal phenomenon left him a bit puzzled.
He spread out his senses, but couldn't detect any trace of Old Zhang's aura.
"Kid, you think this old man's roamed all over the world without seeing a thing or two?"
"If it's a straight fight, I might not be your match, but when it comes to running for my life, no one can beat me."
What Old Zhang said was actually true.
Loose Cultivators like them traveled alone; getting robbed on the road was an everyday occurrence.
If you don't have some real skills, how would you dare come out and hustle?
Tiger Wing was helpless; he knew he couldn't do anything to Old Zhang.
