Among the many mighty figures watching the battle, an unkempt, somewhat slovenly and carefree old man went completely unnoticed. At this moment, however, the old man's lips were twitching as he cursed under his breath.
"Blood Extreme's remnant soul? Taicang really is useless. He didn't kill Blood Extreme thoroughly, and now he's let him come back to life. Coming after that brat Jiang Feng's descendant—he clearly doesn't mean well.
"The successor of Taicang is useless too. That brat Jiang Feng looked like he had some ability, but in the end he was just another blind fool. He didn't even realize Blood Extreme had been hiding here..."
The old man continued grumbling, but soon looked at Jiang Buping with a puzzled expression.
"Why is there something unusual about this young man? What kind of Martial Dao is that? A secret soul art? It doesn't quite look like one. Strange!"
He scratched his head, then stroked his chin. "A Martial Dao even I can't understand. It definitely isn't the Taicang Martial Dao, but he isn't someone from beyond the world either. And he doesn't look like one of those bastards from that damned divine hall..."
The more the old man watched, the more he felt that layers upon layers of mist concealed something within. He kept sensing that something was wrong with the Divine Realm.
Then he raised his head slightly and looked toward the giant in a certain spot.
"How strange. This brat's Martial Dao is bizarre too. His physical body is terrifyingly powerful, and he can even transform into a giant. It definitely isn't the Taicang Martial Dao.
"But he isn't one of those bastards from that damned divine hall either. Could that damned divine hall really be... No, that can't be..."
Having suddenly thought of a possibility, he immediately