Ancestor Bing Lan's face showed a pained look as he hurriedly flew over and caught the translucent crystal sphere.
To his shock and fury, he discovered that a deep black mark had been slashed into the crystal sphere.
This orb was his bonded Dao treasure, the Nine Cold Condensing Ice Pearl, and also the precious treasure he kept at the bottom of his chest. Yet a single strike had left such a deep mark on it.
What kind of spirit treasure was that black sword, to possess such power?
Before Ancestor Bing Lan could inspect it closely, another change occurred.
The void behind him suddenly tore open, and without warning, a long blade flashing with dark green saber light emerged.
The long blade slashed toward the back of Ancestor Bing Lan's neck, so fast it made one's tongue click in astonishment.
The attack came far too suddenly. By the time Ancestor Bing Lan reacted, his body had abruptly turned incorporeal, transforming into flakes of icy crystal snow that scattered away.
Yet the dark green long blade had already swept past his shoulder, its saber light carrying away a piece of bloodstained cloth that had not yet turned into ice crystals.
Then, with a flash, the dark green blade shrank back into the void and vanished.
When the blade appeared again, it was already several hundred zhang away.
A figure shrouded in black shadows appeared beside the blade. He held a miniature altar the size of a serving tray in his hands and was tossing that bloodstained scrap of cloth into it.
The altar was black as ink, round on top and square below, covered in strange, ancient runes. It was the legendary Fierce Curse Altar.
One hand of the black figure covered the altar like an abyss. His five fingers