The Sect Master

"Sect Master?"

The moment Zhang Chen heard those two words, he immediately associated them with the skeleton from his memories and formed some guesses. But first, he had to deal with the old monster before him.

Thirteen hundred years was no joking matter, and the old man before him was already a complete "corpse." His skin and flesh had long since stiffened. As he walked toward Zhang Chen step by step, Zhang Chen noticed faint cracks spreading across the floor beneath his feet.

"How much does this man weigh?" Zhang Chen found it hard to imagine that such a frail-looking old man seemed to weigh more than ten times as much as he did.

The old man had been walking slowly, but once he entered within ten meters of Zhang Chen, his speed increased by more than tenfold.

"Such a heavy body can still move that fast?" Zhang Chen did not activate his first release and continued relying on the Blood Demon Body.

Both arms transformed into highly concentrated blood. If Zhang Chen threw one arm into a five-hundred-square-meter swimming pool two meters deep and completely liquefied it into blood, it would be enough to fill the entire pool.

Ku Gui's movements did not resemble those of an elderly elder in the slightest. The swing of his right arm was perfectly measured, and his withered fist shot toward Zhang Chen's head with the precision of a professional boxer.

"Grab!"

Zhang Chen tried to catch the opponent's right fist with his left arm, planning to counter the move and immediately deliver a fatal strike.

Bang!

The instant Zhang Chen's left palm touched the other man's right fist, ripples spread from the center of his palm. His arm, condensed from highly concentrated blood, shattered layer by layer, and Zhang Chen could not