Luo Daoren's face was pale, and his eyes toward Han Zheng bore an alarming killing intent.
The people who had risen up in the Demon Cleansing Bureau before, Luo Daoren never took seriously.
Su Wuming? Just an unlucky brute.
Cui Zeyuan and the others? Somewhat talented fools with no brains.
There was only Han Zheng; his mind, methods, and strength far exceeded Luo Daoren's expectations.
If allowed to continue growing, this young man would surely become a great enemy of the Black Mountain Demon King!
At this moment, Han Zheng shattered the Infinite White Bone Temple and without halting his movement, he directly used the Blood Shadow Floating Light Technique to rush towards Luo Daoren.
Luo Daoren's large Taoist robe suddenly waved, and in an instant, countless talismans floated in front of him.
"Eastern Green Thunder, summon the Azure Dragon!"
"Southern Red Thunder, summon the Vermilion Bird!"
"Western White Thunder, summon the White Tiger!"
