"Oh? Interesting. A Heavenly Demon Marten at the advanced Death Mysterious Realm. No wonder you dared to act so brazenly!"
High in the sky, space twisted. A figure slowly stepped out of it, then stood upon the void. No fluctuations of Yuan Power emanated from his body, yet the faint pressure he gave off seemed capable of freezing even the air.
The man wore purple-and-gold robes and had a head of silver hair. His eyes were steeped in the vicissitudes of life, yet his skin was as fair as an infant's, making him look somewhat uncanny.
He was Ren Yuanzi, one of the Yuan Sect's three sect masters.
Little Marten looked at Ren Yuanzi. Although his expression was grave, there was little apprehension in his eyes.
"Ren Yuanzi, you old monster. You finally showed yourself."
Ren Yuanzi stared at Little Marten. "You should know of the feud between the Heavenly Demon Marten clan and our Yuan Sect. So I am rather curious-where did you find the courage to try to kill our people here in the Eastern Xuan Region?"
Little Marten chuckled. "Do I need a reason to kill people from your Yuan Sect? Scum! No, traitors would be more accurate!"
"What!" Ren Yuanzi's gaze sharpened. Had something been exposed?
Hiss! Suddenly, space rippled, so swiftly that even Ren Yuanzi failed to react. In the sky, Ren Yuanzi's
body was split cleanly in half.
"How could this..."
Slash! Slash! Before the crowd's shock could fade, Ren Yuanzi was sliced apart again. This time, it was not into two halves, but countless little pieces.
"Hmph! All these years, and you're still the same." A handsome man stood in the void, holding a silver sword.
"That's... that's Zhou Tong! I saw him a hundred years ago! To think he's still alive! Didn't