A flash of blade light streaked across the sky like a bolt of white silk.
That razor-sharp edge effortlessly tore through Old Ancestor Tianfeng's defenses, then swept across his body beneath his stunned and unwilling gaze.
Splurt!
A dull sound rang out. As though cutting through tofu, Old Ancestor Tianfeng's massive body was instantly severed into pieces, blood spraying forth like a fountain.
The blade intent ravaged him, snuffing out Old Ancestor Tianfeng's last trace of life.
In truth, Old Ancestor Tianfeng had long since been at the end of his rope.
Over the years, he had failed to ignite his immortal fire and suffered a Dao Injury. He had continuously used secret arts to suppress his wounds, and after so many years of recuperation, there had originally been signs of improvement.
So long as this continued, there might even have been a chance for his Dao Injury to heal completely, perhaps even allowing him to advance further.
But Lin Baichuan's appearance extinguished his final hope.
Lin Baichuan had destroyed all of Tianfeng Mountain and wiped out his lineage. With no one left to capture humans for blood sacrifices, his secret art would inevitably be interrupted.
Then, when Lin Baichuan destroyed the entire Tianfeng Mountain Dojo, he had inadvertently shattered the grand formation supporting the secret art, causing Old Ancestor Tianfeng to suffer backlash as his Dao Injury erupted.
Years of planning had gone up in smoke.
From that moment onward, Old Ancestor Tianfeng had truly been powerless to turn the tide. That was why he had been so enraged and determined to kill Lin Baichuan.
Unfortunately, Lin Baichuan's strength far exceeded his expectations. Not only had he failed to gain the upper hand in their battle, he had instead been suppressed by Lin Baichuan and ultimately forced to go