Could He Be a Great Saint Too?

"Master, it was him! He was the one who crippled Senior Brother Zhou's martial arts! Master, you must avenge Senior Brother Zhou!" A resentful voice suddenly rang out from within the mist.

A group of people tore through the dense fog formed from countless strands of spiritual energy. It was a massive party of several dozen, not inferior to Flying Swan Manor's group from before.

At their head was a short, thin old man in black robes. His face carried a trace of furious indignation, and he strode with the bearing of a dragon and tiger, making no effort to conceal his aura. It swept out like a raging gale.

He was also a Great Saint, and his strength was in no way inferior to Tian Butong's.

However, unlike Tian Butong's vigorous vitality, Ye Xiwen could vaguely sense a decaying aura emanating from this thin old man. Yes, a carefully concealed aura of decay.

It was the aura of someone nearing death. Ye Xiwen was certain he had not mistaken it. Unlike ordinary people, who slowly grew old, martial artists could maintain their peak condition and greatest vitality through cultivation. But that was only during their golden years. Once a martial artist entered the final stretch of life, the Five Signs of Decay would suddenly descend, and a decaying aura would seep from their body. According to Ye Mo, unless one reached the realm of immortality, everyone had to undergo this process.

Clearly, this old man had already entered the Five Signs of Decay and did not have long to live. Though "not long" might still mean ten or even several decades, for a Great Saint with a long lifespan, he had indeed reached the end of the road.

Several dozen disciples followed behind him, including the sect disciples Ye