Phantom Fall Under Contamination

The lord of Withered Void Mountain had risen from humble beginnings and come into his greatness late in life. He too had once been an overlord of a region.

The fact that he could create a Strong Martial profound art like the Ten Absolute Sutras of Withered Void showed that his wisdom was anything but ordinary. He had also dared to silence so many Great Confucian Scholars, acting with the decisiveness and ruthlessness of a true tyrant.

A figure like him could have occupied a territory and proclaimed himself king without the slightest exaggeration.

Unfortunately, once he became embroiled in Mo Yunzi's struggle, he was immediately reduced to a backdrop. When others came knocking, they had not bothered asking his opinion at all, simply turning Withered Void Mountain into their battlefield.

As for those disciples and followers forcibly dragged into sleep, after this catastrophe, who knew how many would survive.

"Hahaha!"

The lord of Withered Void Mountain gripped the handle and drew out the one-legged bronze figure. This weapon was also known as the Boy Spear.

The word "boy" carried a double meaning: it referred both to its bronze material and its humanoid outline. By classification, it belonged to the short spear family.

This Calamity Bewitching Treasure was his greatest trump card. Whenever the moon was full, he would practice fist techniques and martial arts in his courtyard, hearing countless whispers at his ears that allowed his martial path to advance a thousand miles a day, far surpassing his peers.

The strange light in his eyes grew ever denser. The Boy Spear's tightly shut eyes abruptly flew open.

What kind of eyes were those? They brimmed with brutality, hatred, and venomous resentment, as if they would destroy the world at any cost.

Had any City Gate Guards been present, they