The wildly violent water vein Spiritual Qi continuously compressed the surrounding space.
Zhou Kuangtian stood atop the myriad waters, with every breath he drew, the Spiritual Light on his body grew denser.
When the Spiritual Qi reached its limit, Zhou Kuangtian waved his hand slowly, and ripples appeared within the water light.
With every circle Zhou Kuangtian drew, his skin wrinkled a bit more.
After drawing only ten circles, Zhou Kuangtian's body had reverted to that of a shriveled man in his eighties or nineties.
However, Zhou Kuangtian's expression showed no change, but rather a hint of pride.
"Lin Beichen, you killed my disciple and hindered my cultivation. If you do not die today, I will find no peace in eating or sleeping."
The hatred for harming his disciple and impeding his path of cultivation.
These two great hatreds intertwined in his heart, making him wish to skin Lin Beichen alive.
