Back when Shen Lang snatched the Nine Immortals Lingzhi from Ji Chengwu, he was wearing an Evil Ghost Mask and had his aura completely suppressed.
Furthermore, his Cultivation was much weaker back then, and he could do little more than flee while Ji Chengwu pursued him.
But now, with a single mid-air kick, Shen Lang had already severely wounded Ji Chengwu!
That was why, as Ji Chengwu stared at the youth in the sky, he didn't connect Shen Lang with the ghost-faced man from that day at all.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
In a few quick leaps, the three from the Imperial Dragon Sect once again surrounded Ji Chengwu.
"The Imperial Dragon Sect is conducting business. We ask that you leave!"
The man holding the Long Spear looked up at Shen Lang as he spoke, his gaze subconsciously drifting to the mist-like wings behind him.
'These wings... they don't look like the wings of light produced by a Flying Spiritual Artifact...' The young man was startled by his own thought.
