Almost There

The black-robed old man looked around but failed to find any trace of that peerless sword cultivator.

That battle just now had been too astonishing. In a short time, word had already spread through a small area.

An old monster of the Sword Dao had gone on a killing spree and beheaded a Heaven-Breaking Monkey!

Some people even claimed they had seen the man's true appearance—a white-haired elder with an immortal air and the bearing of a Daoist sage.

Influenced by those rumors, the black-robed old man had assumed the one who killed the Heaven-Breaking Monkey was an elder.

"Scram!" Xiao Chen could not be bothered to waste words on him.

The black-robed old man froze. He had never expected a junior to dare speak to him like that!

"You're courting death!" The force within him surged out like raging waves. He stretched out his palm, and a massive black hand condensed in the void!

Clang!

The Dragon Slayer Sword behind Xiao Chen slid three inches from its sheath. Purple sword radiance flooded the sky, instantly scattering the black hand.

"You... you're that old monster of the Sword Dao?" The black-robed old man's pupils shrank, and every hair on his body stood on end.

Some old monsters, in their twilight years, learned secret arts of returning to youth, or seized another's body through possession.

Others severed their old selves and lived another life.

Though they appeared young on the outside, they had truly lived for hundreds of years, their cultivation reaching the heavens.

Judging from Xiao Chen's earlier attack, he was the one who had slain the Heaven-Breaking Monkey. He had surely used one of those three methods and was an old monster in disguise!

Every one of such people possessed heaven-defying means. They were far more formidable than he