Chapter 1007
"Where is the Grand Marshal going?"
The towering figure that had crossed the hill was stopped.
Through the iron armor of blood and qi covering his face, he looked at the people blocking his path.
The demon blood between his brows throbbed.
He recognized the three men approaching him. They were renowned first-class experts of the martial world.
It was said that at Old Master Yue's hundredth birthday banquet half a year ago, these three brothers had shone brilliantly.
The eldest brother had defeated Old Master Yue in one stroke, becoming famous overnight.
Yet in Shou He's eyes, they were now nothing but clay chickens and porcelain dogs, beneath notice.
Perhaps he would have exchanged a few pleasantries in the past, but this time, every second counted. Whoever dared block him would die by his hand.
Thus, the King Catcher acted as though he had heard nothing. He had no intention of stopping and continued striding forward.
"Kill!"
In the blink of an eye, three more corpses were left behind.
Shou He saw an old man smoking from a long tobacco pipe.
He seemed to know this old man. Thinking carefully, was this not the man who had hidden behind the young man when the old immortal had acted that day?
At first, Ghost Saint thought it was a divine ability that affected one's thoughts.
Because his thoughts had become drawn out.
Rather sluggish.
Soon, he realized something was wrong. It was not his consciousness that had been affected; under this divine ability, his body was rapidly growing old.
People aged, and objects aged too.
Not only people and objects—even a weapon or a cloud at the edge of the sky could grow old.
That loneliness of being abandoned by time filled one with fear and unease.