The Old Sixth Who Stirred Up the Northern Lands

After Liu Yong lost the spine formed from the Blood-Devouring Saber, his enormous bat body, vast enough to blot out the sky and moon, writhed and twisted with flesh as it fell. After several dozen breaths, he turned back into his original human form.

Now blood seeped from every part of him. He looked utterly wretched, as if he had suffered the torture of being sliced by a thousand knives. After he cursed, his whole body completely sank into unconsciousness.

Bang!!

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground rang out, kicking up clouds of dust.

Luckily, he was a Golden Elixir expert of the Pill-Swallowing Realm, and as an outsider, his physical body was relatively tough. Otherwise, if it had been someone in the Sha Refining or Pulse Building Realms, they would definitely have been smashed into a bloody pulp, chunks of meat not even glue could stick back together.

"Waa—"

The intense pain made him wake from unconsciousness, only for his injuries to be too severe; his eyes rolled back again, and he fainted once more, his awareness temporarily lost.

A perfectly fine market master had gone from standing high above others to ending up at the end of his rope.

All one could say was that He Zhao was really damn good at ruining people.

On the other side, the Famous Ruthless Person watched the huge spine that had flown away gradually shrink in midair, turning back into its original oddly curved treasured saber.

Its previous blood-red color had changed into the bleak pallor of white bone.

Things that looked like blood vessels on the blade rose and fell as if breathing, appearing both strange and frightening.

Clang!

The Blood-Devouring Saber fell to the ground, bounced after landing, and only stopped after several times.

Bang!

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