Sun Tai's Dao Heart Shattered After a Hundred Years

Luo Chuan paid no heed to the junior's questioning and walked straight toward the trembling old man. His voice was low, yet it rang clearly in the other's ears. "Sun Tai, do you still recognize an old acquaintance?"

The old man, whose consciousness had been muddled and who knew only to cower, suddenly stiffened.

With extreme difficulty, Sun Tai raised his face, covered in grime and bloodstains. His cloudy, lifeless eyes struggled to focus, until at last he saw the face of the man standing before him.

In that instant, Sun Tai's pupils contracted sharply. His cracked lips trembled violently, his face a tangle of incomparable shock and the dazed bewilderment of a lifetime apart.

"Is... is it you...?" A hoarse voice squeezed from the depths of his throat, trembling with disbelief. "How could you... be here...?"

Overcome with emotion, Sun Tai tried to prop himself up and bow, but his injuries were too severe and his limbs too weak. He had barely lifted half his body before collapsing limply again.

"Damn it! You old dog! You dare collude with an outside enemy!"

The purple-robed overseer was shocked and enraged at the sight. With a furious shout, no longer caring about anything else, he flicked his wrist. The spirit whip shot forth like a venomous dragon leaving its lair, carrying a shrill whistle as it tore through the air and stabbed straight for Luo Chuan's back!

He poured all his spiritual power into this strike. The whip blazed with spirit light—he had clearly struck to kill.

Yet Luo Chuan did not even turn his head.

He merely waved a sleeve behind him at random.

Crack!

With a soft sound, the seemingly fierce spirit whip struck an invisible barrier and shattered inch by inch, its spirit light snuffed out in an