An old man with a monstrous and ancient aura was actually hiding in Eighth’s dantian. He was the legendary King Zhuanlun, one of the ten kings of the Yin World who supposedly died ten thousand years ago.

His title instilled fear into others once for he was death incarnate. His second appearance frightened even the old masters present.

He was still slumber but for some unknown reason, Eighth was able to use his power to become comparable to Feiyun.

“Bam!” An all-out brawl ensued.

Eighth had drunk the blood of a pseudo saint before so he had a sliver of this powerful vitality. His physical body exceeded his peers. Injuries were healed at a rapid rate.

As for...