The fortune teller was chasing from behind, suspicion arose in his heart. "Could it be that this kid has the skill of locating by sound?"
At this moment, Duan Rong suddenly turned his steps sharply and darted into the broken temple on the edge of the dense forest.
One corner of the broken temple had collapsed, and the gate was decayed, it was unknown how many years it had been in disrepair.
The fortune teller's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately gave chase. If he lost track, his Cultivation Technique of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill would be in vain!
Seeing that he was less than half a yard away from the temple gate, the fortune teller reached out his hand, first several Flying Sabers, a cold light flickered, shooting into the temple gate, then his own body followed, with his sword shadow protecting him, as he dashed into the broken temple.
