Since there was a bit of blood that dyed the white boned nostrils, this cultivator whose white hair had been cut through seemed especially terrifying.

The air between the black gold carriage and this cultivator produced countless noises again, as if there were many centipedes crawling about.

The noseless cultivator’s yellow square hammer struck forward. With a weng noise, an expanse of golden lightning scattered out in front of him. Many wounds suddenly appeared on his chest.

“I heard Elder Jiang achieved sacred level through a long blade, but after you became a Sacred Expert, you comprehended the technique of sound ripping, truly a horrifying technique. Today, I’ve finally witnessed it.”

Right at this time, following this type of sound, a single legged elder instead walked out.

This was an extremely aged elder, the wrinkles on his face already making it hard to distinguish his five organs.

The skin on his face seemed to be steeped in a layer of black oil that was difficult to wash...