Middle-aged man hesitated, carefully looking at Wang Lin, he suddenly grinned: “No difference, although you are only on eight layer of concentrating qi, but if i drink your blood then I should be able to increase my level of cultivation.” [TLNote: Thanks to Rei for the correction]
Zhang Hu’s face changed, as he stopped directly in front of the middle-aged man and said hastily: “Master, he is a childhood friend, but please…..please let him go.”
The middle-aged man eyes flashed coldly as he said darkly: “Go away, go and collect the mortal blood essence for me, you don’t carry weight around here.”
Zhang Hu was about to speak, when suddenly the Middle-aged man sneered and mouthed off complicated and difficult words, Zhang Hu became pale, as his body twitched, and blood poured from his orifices, and large drops of sweat dripped from his forehead.
Wang Lin raised his eyebrows, used his gravity, which turned into a big hand heading towards grasping the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man fretted, snorted coldly, then opening his mouth, spit out green light, the green light flashing, turned into a small sword, and chopped off the big hand.
Wang Lin had by then completely mastered gravity technique, so with one hand he grabbed Zhang Hu and with the other he grabbed the flying sword.