Above the old man in the azure robe loomed a hazy azure phantom of a giant. Its arms waved incessantly, and the weeds on the ground grew wildly, weaving themselves into one Green Wall after another to shield him inside.
Hundreds of miles away, Wang Changsheng naturally could not hear what the two sides were saying. He did not know that the Azure Porcelain Bottle contained Creation Divine Water, nor was he interested in meddling in the matter. After all, the people from the Mystic Azure Sect had made things difficult for Wang Qingshan.
A mass of black ghostly shadows appeared behind the old man in the azure robe without warning. Its eyes were blood-red, a black single horn grew from its head, and its ten fingers were long and slender.
The instant it appeared, the black single horn on its head burst into dazzling dark light. A hazy black halo enveloped the old man in the azure robe, while its pitch-black right claw reached for the Azure Porcelain Bottle.
The incident had happened too suddenly for the old man in the azure robe to react. The Azure Porcelain Bottle was snatched away by the ghostly shadow, and several thick, elongated bloody gashes appeared on his arm, from which blood flowed incessantly.
With a flash of black light, a Long Halberd gleaming with black light suddenly appeared above the old man in the azure robe. Amid a chorus of "woooo" Ghost Wails, countless ghostly shadows appeared across its surface as it cleaved down toward him.
When the old man in the azure robe heard the Ghost Wail, his expression grew dazed. He felt as though his soul were about to leave his body.
By the time he came to his senses, the Long Halberd had already cleaved down.
The giant