"A bunch of good-for-nothings, waiting to die. So what if he's an Enlightenment Realm Expert? He's nothing more than a heavily wounded old man on the verge of death." As he spoke, a sinister look twisted the young man's face. Behind him, the phantom image of a gloomy old woman appeared. This was the imprint.
The old man's eyes widened in fury at the sight of the imprint, and he immediately attacked.
The young man snorted coldly. A Martial Seal appeared in his palm and imprinted itself onto it.
Just like the bloodline of the Blood Ancestor Domain, the Martial Ancestor Domain also possessed Martial Seals comparable to bloodlines. Every cultivator from the Martial Ancestor Domain could cultivate a Martial Seal, incorporating all the Battle Skills and Cultivation Methods they comprehended into it. It could either merge into the surface of their body to increase their combat power, or materialize and suppress everything in all directions. This young man had merged his into the palm of his hand.
With a bang, the young man staggered back more than ten steps, and a crack appeared in his Martial Seal. Opposite him, the Enlightenment Realm old man also staggered back more than ten steps.
The old man had suppressed his power below two hundred thousand, while he was already seriously injured. On top of that, the cultivators of the Sixth Continent were naturally suppressive toward those of the Fifth Continent. He soon fell into a disadvantage.
The old man had already been seriously wounded, and his clash with the young man only worsened his injuries. Caught off guard, he was approached at close range by the young man. "Shadowless Ghost Needle." As the words fell, the old man's pupils contracted. Countless fine needles shot from the young man's palm, piercing through the