A streak of blood-red light swept across the horizon at an incomparably swift speed.
Below him lay verdant green mountains, stretching away without end.
Abruptly, the blood-colored evasive light slowed sharply, and his gaze fell upon a great mountain ahead.
With a thunderous boom, the mountain split cleanly in two. A brawny man with twin horns atop his head strode out, raised his head to the sky, and met the blood-robed man's eyes.
"Blood Vulture Daoist, long time no see."
Blood Vulture Daoist clicked his tongue. "Han Shanque, you're still as hot-tempered as ever. That mountain didn't provoke you."
"The mountain did not provoke me, but you did." Han Shanque's eyes gleamed viciously as he stared Blood Vulture Daoist down. "Back when This Seat had yet to attain the Dao, you ambushed me and gnawed at my flesh and blood. I have not forgotten that grudge in the slightest."
Before his words had faded, his thick arms swung inward. Two enormous palms materialized in the void and slammed toward Blood Vulture Daoist.
The force of those closing palms seemed capable of crushing everything to dust.
Yet Blood Vulture Daoist merely raised an eyebrow and allowed the palms to strike him.
The blood light burst apart, then abruptly drew back together after the palms vanished. Blood Vulture Daoist was completely unscathed.
Seeing Han Shanque about to attack again, Blood Vulture Daoist helplessly waved his hand. "Stop, stop, stop. Back then, neither of us had transformed and attained the Dao. Our intelligence had not yet opened, and we merely acted on instinct. Why hold a grudge for so long?"
Han Shanque ignored him and beckoned. A Black Jade Mixed-Iron Staff fell into his hand.
Blood Vulture Daoist's gaze sharpened. That staff was actually a True Artifact!
He drew a deep breath. "You