The One Who Had His Back Had Arrived

Xiao Ran's gaze shifted to the shadow behind the white-robed old man, his eyes gradually sharpening.

"So it was you, you unlucky bastard! You've only got half your Primordial Spirit left. That must be rough."

"Impudent!"

Faced with Xiao Ran's taunt, the white-robed old man raised his head and rebuked him angrily. "You've insulted the Spirit God! You deserve to die!"

"The Spirit God?"

Xiao Ran spat contemptuously. "It's nothing but an evil entity Frost Consort split in two with a single sword strike back then. And you people have put it on a pedestal."

The moment Xiao Ran said this, the expressions on the faces of the few men seated inside the tent changed dramatically.

King Wu's expression in particular turned terrifyingly sinister.

Xiao Ran hadn't made this up out of thin air. Frost Consort had appeared in Wancheng back then, and her sword strike had brought about a change in the heavens. The story had spread far and wide throughout the martial world.

Although nobody could prove what that sword strike had hit, the whole world knew that Frost Consort had made her move.

Now that Xiao Ran had put it this way, King Jin and the others naturally began to ponder the matter.

"Utter nonsense!" the white-robed old man roared. The shadow behind him suddenly swelled, transforming into a fearsome ghostly figure three zhang tall.

The ghostly figure had six arms, and a blood-red eye opened in the palm of each hand. Crimson light burst out of the tent, bathing the area around Xiao Ran in a scarlet glow like a blood-soaked prison.

Xiao Ran flipped his wrist, and a rolling gale of Yin energy suddenly burst from Executioner's Blade. A cold smile tugged at his lips. "Frost Consort cut you down once back then. Today, I'll