A rain of blood fell from the sky, as a streak of sword-light pierced through the world. Half of that quilled expert’s body exploded. The scream came from him.

“Yan Nantian, you just wait! The ancient races aren’t so casually provoked!”

The quilled expert roared, tore through the void, and vanished.

Yan Nantian shook his head and returned to Long Chen’s side. Handing the sword to Qu Jianying, he sighed, “That old hedgehog’s cultivation base has fallen a lot during this time. He really made me have an urge to kill him.”

Qu Jianying received the sword. One of the other Grand Elders said, “He’s from the same generation as you. Back then, although he wasn’t a match for you, he still had some ability to fight you. There are probably some shenanigans here. Maybe it wasn’t the right choice for us old fellows to stretch our lives out as much as possible.”

Yan Nantian looked at Long Chen. “Little fellow, let’s go drink a few cups.”

Long Chen nodded. His current condition was terrible. He had overdrawn his energy,...