A brilliant light radiated from Old Chen. With his long sword in hand, he surveyed all his opponents. Not a single one dared to approach. Wherever his gaze landed, those caught in it felt their hearts race, and they involuntarily stepped back in fear.1

Many came to the realization: Old Chen was likely on the brink of death.0

No matter friend or foe, they could see that something was amiss. Thunderous bolts of electricity emanated from his chest, and from within came ominous, deep rumblings. Old Chen’s body trembled, looking as if he might collapse at any moment, but he stood his ground. With sword in hand, he looked to the horizon of the mountain range, his once sharp gaze gradually dimming. 1

The four elders of the Old Arts once commented that had Old Chen been born in ancient times, at the very least, he would have founded his own sect. If he'd reached his full potential, he might even have become an immortal level master in the realm of the Old Arts. Wang Xuan's nose tingled with emotion. He keenly sensed the diminishing life force within Old Chen. The old man’s life was coming to an end.2

Leaping forward, Wang Xuan sent an expert flying with a single kick. His eyes burned with intensity as he rushed toward Old Chen. He never imagined that his old colleague might actually be facing death. 0

"Master!" Qing...0