Not far away, an equally powerful aura was rapidly approaching.
Liu Bai's gaze narrowed slightly as he looked up.
A figure swept over from the distance and landed at the edge of the massive crater.
It was an elderly man in a dark crimson robe, his face gaunt and withered. In his hand, he held a dark crimson ghost-headed broadsword.
His aura was entirely different from that Soul Clan Dou Saint from before—more steady, more profound, and faintly tinged with a dense bloody stench.
A Half-Saint-level energy body.
The old man stared at the crater in silence for a moment before raising his head to look at Liu Bai. A trace of complicated emotion flashed through his eyes.
"I have wandered this place for countless years and seen innumerable intruders, but this is the first time I have seen someone use the strength of a Half-Saint to slay a Soul Clan Dou Saint's energy body."
Liu Bai looked at him and said indifferently, "Are you here to die too?"
The old man shook his head, planted his ghost-headed broadsword into the ground, and sat down cross-legged.
"These old bones of mine have no desire to follow that Soul Clan fellow into the grave."
"State your name."
"Blood Blade Saint."
Liu Bai raised his brows slightly, his heart stirring.
He recalled the plot from the original work. After Xiao Yan and the others entered the third level of the Heavenly Tomb, the first Half-Saint energy body they encountered was this Blood Blade Saint. Although this man was fierce, he knew the location of the Xiao Xuan Tomb Mansion. Later, it was only with his help that Xiao Yan and the others found the Tomb of Xiao Xuan.
With that in mind, Liu Bai made his decision.
He did not attack at