White-Haired Elder
Everyone stared at him in stunned silence, unable to believe that after fighting from the very beginning until now, he was still completely unharmed.
This was ridiculous—downright monstrous!
Kan Huaisheng watched him with a grim expression, forcing down the metallic sweetness rising in his throat. In a low voice, he asked, "What is your cultivation level, exactly? Why don't you seem like someone at the Chaos Celestial Venerable level?"
This man felt like an existence so powerful that his depths were impossible to fathom.
Although the aura he released was that of a Chaos Celestial Venerable, the pressure he exerted in other ways was beyond what someone at that level should be capable of. Kan Huaisheng couldn't help but grow suspicious.
At that, Xiao Lian's eyes flickered faintly.
This man was indeed a remarkably gifted cultivator. With only one exchange, he had realized that Xiao Lian's former cultivation had been more than that of a Chaos Celestial Venerable.
But there was more to it than that. His bloodline exerted a natural suppression over both humans and spirit beasts.
The only divine beast bloodline said to exist in legend—the one that could save Bi Fan's life across the absolute distance of space and time—was certainly no ordinary existence!
Even though his condition and strength had yet to fully recover, dealing with these people would not be difficult.
But afterward, he would be greatly depleted. To keep the Witch Spirit Sword from falling into someone else's hands, he had to leave first.
Seeing the confusion in Kan Huaisheng's gaze, he offered no explanation. He merely said, "The people you brought can't beat me."
At that, Kan Huaisheng suddenly gave a strange smile. "Is that so? Not necessarily! I admit you're very strong, but you might not be able to withstand