When Old Ancestor Su Xing crawled out of the dirt and stood fully revealed before Zhao Zhen, Zhao Zhen instead breathed a sigh of relief.
The man looked like he was on his last legs. It seemed he really had his eye on Zhao Zhen's body, rather than Qingxiao Sect.
Was this what his master had called body-snatching?
Though Zhao Zhen often sparred with his fellow disciples, he had never faced methods like Old Ancestor Su Xing's.
His opponent's methods made him truly realize how terrifying fights between cultivators could be. This wasn't like competing with Spells at the Martial Arts Stage, where one stopped at the first touch. Here, no means were off-limits.
First, he had used people from Xuanji Sect to mislead Zhao Zhen. Then, he had used Gu to control his mother's body in advance, and seized the chance to poison him. This whole chain of schemes had left Zhao Zhen unable to fight before he could even hurt his opponent.
Beneath a sky thick with dark clouds, on a barren hillside, Old Ancestor Su Xing stood before Zhao Zhen like a dried corpse. He sat down cross-legged right in front of him.
As he circulated his cultivation method, he looked down at Zhao Zhen's face.
Their eyes met. After getting a clear look at his opponent's true face, Zhao Zhen was no longer afraid.
"Before I die, could you tell me where you came from?" Zhao Zhen asked in a low voice.
Old Ancestor Su Xing sneered. "Trying to pry information out of me? I'm not you. I'm not that easy to fool. But I can tell you this: I came from the west. You needn't worry that your sect will get into trouble, either. I don't want to provoke Qingxiao Sect. Once I've taken your