"You insolent brat!" Huodou's ancestor flew into a rage and slapped toward the mountain again.
Bang!
Zhou Heng punched at the heavens, shattering the golden palm once more. He strode down from the mountain, followed by Wu Xiumei and the other followers, every one of them with fervent light in their eyes.
When Zhou Heng appeared before Huodou's ancestor and Yu Hong's group of three with a head of white hair and a withered body, all four of them were startled.
At their level, who among them did not brim with vigorous blood and vitality? Only when one reached the end of one's life and had to reincarnate would one's blood and vitality decline and one's body **wither! Yet Zhou Heng clearly had countless years left to live—why had his blood and vitality already declined?
"You... could it be that you cultivated some forbidden art?" Huodou's ancestor stared at Zhou Heng. "Otherwise, how could you have reached ninety steps in such a short time, just a hair's breadth away from entering the Chaos Realm?"
"Hmph, a forbidden art is a forbidden art. Though it dug out all your potential in a short time, it still failed to take that final, most crucial step!"
"Now you are reaping the bitter fruit of your own doing. Not only did you fail to enter the Chaos Realm, your blood and vitality have declined, and you have little life left!"
Hearing Huodou's ancestor say this, Yu Hong and the other two finally showed looks of realization, followed by undisguised gloating.
Their strength had originally surpassed Zhou Heng's. Who knew how many years and lifetimes they had endured to reach their current heights? After entering the Black Hole Realm, their progress in every lifetime had been minuscule. Even taking a single small step forward could