Who Are They? (First Update, Asking for Monthly Tickets)

Huang was so excited that he regretted wasting several years. He had never considered leaving a message. How was the elder's reincarnation doing now? He hoped he wasn't too late!

Overcome by guilt and excitement, he moved swiftly,解除 the sealing spell, dispelled the curse, and opened the coffin lid.

But suddenly, a sinister, terrifying aura surged out of the coffin. His Primordial Spirit trembled, his body stiffened, and before his eyes, a fist the size of a washbasin, its skin like ancient bronze, shot toward him!

It was incredibly heavy, like ten savage beasts shrunk down to the size of a fist. It shook the void, tearing several pitch-black, terrifying cracks through it and radiating a sense of annihilation.

Huang's mind faltered. Caught off guard, he could only watch the fist come at him and manage one thought: If it hits me, my body will definitely be smashed to pieces!

Just then, he saw a streak of sword light dart toward him. In an instant, it split into dozens, then hundreds of rays, paired off in twos, yin and yang flowing together, their ends meeting to form vortex after vortex.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fist smashed the vortexes one by one, but they weakened it layer by layer and slowed its speed, dispelling most of its power and giving Huang a chance to escape!

"What superb swordsmanship!" Huang praised inwardly. He pushed off hard with his half-crouched legs and flipped backward. The spot where his feet had been crumbled outright, with the destruction spreading deep beneath the surface.

The swordsmanship was orderly and clear. Its movements seemed simple, but splitting into dozens or hundreds of sword lights with no difference in strength was beyond the ability of ordinary people. And to do so with such ease, wielding both yin and