True Lord? Great God?

"Who are you? How dare you profane Great King Hanqi's divine might?"

Shen Hui turned around.

At some unknown moment, an Old Man had emerged from the side door of the ancestral hall.

The Old Man was so thin he was little more than a bag of bones. His back was hunched, and his head was completely bald, without a single strand of hair.

He wore a loose gray cloth robe, its hem dragging across the ground with a rustling sound as he walked.

Shen Hui swept him with the Aura Observation Art.

Only then did he discover that the Old Man's aura was utterly different from those villagers'. He was a genuine living person.

But why would a living person be guarding this shrine dedicated to a monstrous snake all alone?

Frowning, he asked bluntly, "And who are you? What is going on with those monsters hidden inside the villagers' bodies?"

The Old Man's expression changed drastically at his words.

He instinctively took a step back, but Shen Hui gave him no chance to flee.

An invisible wall of earth thundered up from the ground, blocking the Old Man squarely from behind and cutting off his escape.

Then, two streaks of sword light flew from Shen Hui's palm, pressing against the Old Man's throat and brow.

"Mercy, Immortal Master... mercy, Immortal Master... this old fellow will speak. This old fellow will tell you everything."

The Old Man stammered, his voice trembling beyond recognition.

As he spoke, he kept shrinking backward, but his back was already against the wall. He could not retreat another inch.

His gaze darted back and forth between the two flying swords. Beads of sweat the size of beans seeped from his forehead and rolled down his bald scalp.

Shen Hui said nothing. He merely urged