Zhou Xuan ground the sole of his foot hard against the Old Woman's face twice.
The rough deck scraped the Old Woman's face into a bloody mess, dark red blood seeping down through the cracks in the wood grain.
Not a trace of her former majesty as a Longevity Realm powerhouse remained.
Her peerless Dao Fruit had shattered completely, and the Nothingness Poison had devoured every last spiritual energy channel in her body.
The appearance she had once maintained through her profound cultivation had now collapsed entirely.
The Old Woman had become an ordinary old crone, a candle guttering in the wind.
Her shriveled skin clung tightly to her bones, covered in large patches of brown livor mortis.
Her once-full head of white hair now fell out in handfuls, exposing a scalp covered in black poison markings.
Those markings still writhed slowly beneath her flesh, squeezing out the last tiny remnants of vitality in her body.
Zhou Xuan moved his right foot away.
He crouched, reached out, and seized the few withered strands left on the Old Woman's crown, forcibly lifting her head.
The Old Woman shuddered and gasped in pain, her throat rasping like a broken bellows. She stared fixedly at Zhou Xuan, her eyes filled with unrelenting venom.
Zhou Xuan did not care whether she hated him.
He leaned a little closer, lowering his voice without the slightest change in tone.
"Does the Court Guardian Pavilion have any remnants outside Central Province?"
"Which Treasure Vault holds the Immortal Court Relics you've plundered over these eight thousand years?"
The Old Woman opened her mouth and spat out a great mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of her internal organs.
She spread her nearly toothless mouth in a hideous grin, the wrinkles on her face bunching together.
"You want