"Oh? Spirit Light shines through your crown, and your blessings run deep. What a rare, promising seedling!" A handsome young Daoist with a righteous face suddenly appeared before Xiao Chen as though out of thin air, letting out a soft exclamation.
The Daoist was tall, dressed in purple robes, and carried a peachwood sword on his back. His hair was jet-black, and he looked very young.
Xiao Chen glanced at the Daoist, his heart sinking slightly.
He felt disaster looming.
The God-Demon Battlefield was fraught with danger.
There were not only demons, but also God-Demon Souls seething with resentment.
This Daoist had appeared like a ghost.
His identity was unknown.
He posed an extreme danger.
Xiao Chen retreated three steps.
Golden light surged in his pupils.
He secretly scrutinized the man with his Cosmos God Eyes.
Under the gaze of his Cosmos God Eyes,
the Daoist, whose youthful face resembled a boy's,
actually exuded an immensely heavy aura of decrepitude and death.
Xiao Chen's heart tightened.
Not good.
Not good at all.
This young Daoist was actually an unfathomable old monster.
Although he revealed no aura,
and seemed no different from an ordinary man,
when Xiao Chen examined him with his Cosmos God Eyes,
he immediately discovered that the man's Dao Power surged to the heavens.
It was terrifying.
Coupled with the decrepitude and death swirling around him,
this man was anything but ordinary.
Xiao Chen was now grievously wounded.
For the moment, he had lost all ability to fight.
Encountering such an old monster in this ancient forest, where people rarely ventured—and one who seemed rather interested in him—
truly left his life hanging by a thread.
"Senior, I was ambushed by an enemy and gravely injured. I fell into this place by accident. My deepest apologies for disturbing