"Old thing, you're already old!"
From the rift in the void, a mass of viscous blood flowed out. Like a living thing, it swiftly gathered together, gradually forming the figure of the Blood God Son.
His scarlet gaze fixed on Dao Venerable Kong Zhan in the distance as he said calmly,
"Actually, there is no deep-seated hatred between us."
"Back then, the founders of our Holy Sect besieged the ancestors of your sect in order to accomplish something that would allow our Holy Sect to dominate the Yunzhou Cultivation World. Unfortunately, we were plotted against by those petty men of the Five Elements Sect. Not only did we suffer grievous losses, but that Glazed Golden Body, seen only once in ten thousand years, also vanished from then on."
"But now, none of that matters anymore."
"Since your Qingtian Sect hides a method to advance into the Glazed Golden Body, you are guilty of possessing a treasure. Hand it over, and I can grant you a decent death."
The Blood God Son looked down arrogantly at the severely injured Dao Venerable Kong Sheng in the distance and spoke.
"If this old man were younger, how could I let you run wild! Kid, if you want my sect's inheritance, then beat this old man to death first. Step over this old man's corpse and go find it!"
After merely a few breaths of exchanges, he had already been severely injured.
Dao Venerable Kong Sheng could not help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.
He was old.
Even his senses had grown sluggish.
Dao Venerable Kong Sheng could clearly feel that both his strength and perception were declining. He was no longer in his prime—otherwise, how could he have been defeated so miserably by a junior like this today?
But,
what