The air fell briefly silent.
Liuli lowered her head and watched the withered hand withdraw from her lower abdomen, her eyes slowly widening.
It was gone! The Sword Heart she had painstakingly recondensed over more than ten months was just... gone!
The Young Girl abruptly raised her head. Rage and grievance flushed her pretty face red, but when she saw the old man in dark robes before her, she forcibly swallowed the curse that had been about to burst from her lips.
The old man wore Dark Robe, his pale hair hanging loose all the way to the ground without a speck of dirt upon it. His features were ordinary, and he had a beard over a foot long, yet his skin was exceptionally smooth, without a single wrinkle.
Meeting his pitch-black eyes, like void Black Holes, Liuli recalled their encounter several months ago and instantly shuddered. She hurriedly covered her stomach and hid behind Gongsun Lin, her voice filled with confusion and fear. "Dad, who is this person? He shattered your daughter's Sword Heart! Hurry and demand an explanation for me!"
The first time we met, he threw me, the reinforcements, straight back onto the battlefield. The second time, he directly destroyed my Sword Heart! This old man is rotten to the core!
But it's fine. Dad is here this time. He's a genuine peak Nine-star Dou Saint, one of the current ceilings of combat power on the continent, someone comparable to Hun Tiandi. If you dare touch me, you've really kicked an iron plate!
However, Gongsun Lin pulled the Young Girl out from behind him and sternly said, "You must not be disrespectful when meeting an ancestor of the Sword Clan!"
Liuli froze slightly, then looked the old man up and down before murmuring in confusion, "An ancestor?