"Was he truly just a youth from the lower realm, not some terrifying old monster who had seized another body, been reborn, and lived a second life?"
Gray Three was horrified, cold sweat streaming down his back. He looked at Xiao Chen with wary eyes, as though facing an Evil God.
The art of the Yin Spirit.
Deep and shadowy as a dragon.
It was even more profound, more shocking, more terrifying, and more lofty and arcane than the Heavenly Thunder Sacred Art.
It was a truly supreme forbidden art, nearly without equal in the world.
Having roamed the world for half his life, Gray Three could be considered well-traveled and knowledgeable, having witnessed countless strange arts. Yet all these years, he had never truly seen anyone wield a Yin Spirit Secret Art.
At that instant, Gray Three's scalp prickled, and all will to fight vanished.
The Yin Spirit art was elusive and unpredictable, strange beyond measure.
When fighting someone who wielded the Yin Spirit art, the slightest carelessness could mean death and the dissipation of one's Dao, with even the soul reduced to nothingness. It was terrifying in the extreme.
"Demonic Prodigy!" Gray Three transformed into smoke and fled at top speed. Seeing Zhang Heilu cleaved apart by Xiao Chen's blade, terror surged through him without end. He no longer had any heart to fight, wishing only to escape at once.
At that moment, he suddenly realized that this white-robed youth before him was absurdly wicked, long beyond anything he could control.
Of course, after Xiao Chen killed Zhang Heilu and provoked the Wang Clan's heavenly maiden,
there was no way he could simply walk away unscathed.
Once this matter was exposed, the Zhang Family and Wang Clan, those two great giants, would certainly come to demand an explanation.