Just as he brought the second piece of rune-covered dragon meat to his teeth, a hoarse voice suddenly pierced the Void, carrying the stench of aged bad wine and blood. "Young friend, could this old man beg for some dragon meat?"
Before the voice faded, space twisted like a mirror, and the newcomer stood in the air.
His entire body was shrouded in a chaotic energy field that made one's heart tremble. His tattered Daoist robe had long lost its original color. Beneath layers upon layers of patches, his bronze skin was covered in dark-red, earthworm-like patterns, each one faintly writhing as though it were breathing.
His messy white hair was carelessly tied with a faded straw rope, several strands hanging down to partly conceal the savage scar that slashed from his brow bone to his jaw. Embedded deep within the wound were several golden scales gleaming with an eerie light, their ominous radiance shifting beneath the glow of Chaos Fire.
Most terrifying of all was his right eye—black demonic qi had completely swallowed the pupil, while the whites were covered in spiderweb-like blood vessels. The dark-red scabs at the corners of his mouth constantly cracked as he spoke. He looked like a living corpse that had just crawled out of the Nine Netherworlds.
Wang Xian raised his eyes and swept them over the man. The laws around him did not stir in the slightest. With a casual flick of the Emperor Dragon Spear, huge chunks of rune-wreathed dragon meat peeled from the dragon's body.
The chunks trailed golden flames as they flew toward the old man, sending fine ripples through space along the way.
The newcomer's fingernails were packed with black grime, yet he did not care in the slightest. He seized the meat and began devouring it ravenously.