In contrast, having landed his strike, Su Shi'er decisively withdrew at once.
With no external enemy left, he had no choice but to guard against Golden Baleful Patriarch as well. After all, though he had concealed his true identity on this journey, he need not worry about the other man coveting the treasures in his possession.
Yet Golden Baleful Patriarch was no easy character either.
Golden Baleful Patriarch swept his gaze over the area. Su Shi'er had already retreated several yards away, his right palm pressed against his left arm.
True essence circulated through his meridians again and again, forcing faint traces of blue-black aura continuously from the five wounds.
After several breaths, the bleeding from the wounds stopped.
Su Shi'er lowered his hand, his expression as calm as ever.
The exchange just now had lasted only a few breaths, but only he himself knew how perilous it had truly been.
Had it been an ordinary Tribulation Crossing stage cultivator taking the withered old man's spell head-on and facing that bizarre blue-black aura, they would have been lucky to survive without losing half their life.
Even Su Shi'er had expended no small amount of true essence. When the opponent's clawed fingers had wounded him at the end, had his reaction been even half a beat slower, he feared he would have been forcibly drained of his blood and vital energy like that tall, thin cultivator.
Fortunately, his years of bitter cultivation had not been in vain.
Setting aside the various trump cards he possessed, even the foundation of his own cultivation had long since become a world apart from what it once was.
Letting out a breath of turbid air, Su Shi'er's gaze fell upon the two severed pieces of the corpse on the ground.
Though he had emerged from