"Old bastard!"
Cheng Zongyang roared in anger, his eyes filled with resolve. Without a hint of hesitation, he quickly released the Flying Cloud Shuttle. The shuttle shot into the sky like a silver bolt of lightning under his control.
"What!"
Lin Changfeng, now less than two hundred meters away, was stunned to see Cheng Zongyang actually controlling a Flying Magical Artifact.
He was filled with doubt. 'A Martial Artist has no Spiritual Power or Divine Sense. How could he possibly control a Magical Artifact?'
'Is this kid really a Qi Cultivation Practitioner hiding his cultivation? Or is there something strange about his Cultivation Technique that prevents his cultivation level from showing?'
He mulled it over. He didn't believe there was a Magical Artifact a Martial Artist could control; such a thing was unheard of in the Cultivation Immortality Realm. But he had no time to think. He transformed into a black mist and gave chase.
