Chapter 558, Blood Rainstorm (4) 

“Greater One Sect's, Chen Shaohua, come out to die.”

A thunder-like voice suddenly resounded. 

This low voice that was like a great ball came from the southwest direction, pulling back everyone’s soul from dreamland. Everyone around the floating peaks snapped out of the previous astonishment, and one after another as though they had awakened from a dream, turned their head to that side.

Flowing light was flickering, yuan qi was surging.

An old man with a pale complexion and a very broad figure, dressed in a golden armour, like an angry lion, stepped into the clouds and landed on the bloody Storm Platform. 

“Chen Shaohua, come on the platform.” 

The old man looked toward the direction of Greater One Sect's floating peak, with a sorrowful countenance and a roaring voice.

The old man looked at least seventy or eighty years old, a head of grey hair, facial features that seemed he had been through the ravage of life. Although his body was tall and straight, his face was wrinkled by a lifetime of suffering.

It was hard to imagine why such a powerful martial artist like him would look so old. After all,...