"What kind of industry? Can it compare to the Filthy Blood Divine Skill!"
The old farmer had no desire to waste words with him, and once again closed in to attack!
Tao Rong was gravely wounded, unable to hold on; with one blow, the old farmer knocked his weapon away and severed his head!
The flesh at the neck trembled, blood splattered across the old farmer's face, some splashing onto the blood threads floating around him. Those threads wriggled and, like shadows on wet sand, instantly devoured all the blood...
The old farmer leaped up, caught Tao Rong's head mid-air, and gently landed.
With a thought, the blood threads wriggling around him recoiled into his body like frightened creatures.
The old farmer did not use the blood threads to drain all the blood from Tao Rong's body.
He was different from the Fortune Teller; the Fortune Teller hadn't even mastered the first layer of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill, but he had already achieved the Second Layer!
