As Chen Feng’s body was hurtling away, though, the Longevity Tower smashed down against the surrounding space. As a result, the surrounding space was sealed and the blade light became extinguished. Next, a short cultivator, wielding a blade in hand, was revealed.

Only, the space around this cultivator shook and spatial cracks kept appearing.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

Exploding sounds began emerging from the short cultivator’s body. Every time the sound rang out, a bloody hole would appear on his body.

By the time the Longevity Tower flew up, the short cultivator had become completely stained with blood.

As for Chen Feng, he held onto the Heaven Piercing Lance and forced himself to stand straight, albeit barely. He channelled the longevity-type primary energy to rapidly heal up his wounds.

“As expected, there are others hiding in the dark. Heh! Even the great Ascendant Immortals have to resort to such methods?” Chen Feng sneered.

“Tell me your name.”

“Heavenly Premier Eight Naughts, from the Mal’Yama Tribe.” Flames burned across the short cultivator’s body as well and his wounds slowly disappeared. The blood on his body were not burned away. Instead, they were returned into his body.

“Are you here to die as well?”...