"Why is there a Great Demon Fiend in the heart of the Dynasty?"
"Didn't they say..."
"...that eight hundred years ago, the Great Yu Sword Immortal's world-shattering strike carved a celestial chasm between the lands of the Human Race and the Demon Monster Mountain Range, and that since then, no Great Demon Fiend could ever harm the Human World again?"
The wind and rain raged on.
Inside the dilapidated temple.
Evil spirits bowed their heads, and First-Grade experts trembled.
"Immortal!"
"You are an Immortal!"
A red robe forced himself to step forward, cupping his hands in a salute.
In that instant.
A breeze swept by.
This First-Grade Minor Grandmaster, a man who stood at the apex of the Human World, saw his flesh and blood wither. He aged rapidly, and before he could even show his terror, his breath was gone.
He was dead.
Only Su Chen could see that the Yellow-skinned Old Immortal had devoured a tenth of the red robe's remaining twenty years of life—a total of two years.
