Knowing that everything was already beyond salvaging, Xi Longxuan slumped to the ground.
His hair spilled messily down his back, and his dejected expression made him look less like a Golden Core stage powerhouse and more like an ordinary old man powerless before fate.
At such a time, even a Golden Core stage powerhouse would still die when death came knocking!
After a moment, he slowly raised his head and said to Leng Yan, "Thousands of years ago, the Cultivation World went to war with the demons."
"And at that time, there was also a group of ghosts whose origins were unknown..."
Before Xi Longxuan could finish, it was as if someone had seized his throat in an instant, cutting off his voice abruptly.
"Hahaha... Xi Longxuan, you truly are something. This King... had underestimated you. You actually managed to uncover quite a bit of information."
"What a pity... you could have lived for another stick of incense's time!"
"Why did you fail to cherish your life and insist on rushing to your death?"
A hoarse voice rang out, its laughter like rusted iron grinding together, painfully piercing the eardrums.
Xi Longxuan's expression twisted in extreme agony. His eyes rolled back and bulged, while only faint, raspy gasps escaped his throat.
"Insolence!"
Before the black mist could strike the killing blow, Leng Yan gave a cold snort, a glint of frost flashing through her eyes.
In an instant, a mass of Thousand Year Cold Air erupted from the ground, soaring into the sky and plunging into the black mist.
Under the assault of the cold air, the black mist was frozen solid in the blink of an eye.
Xi Longxuan finally caught his breath. Still shaken, he gulped down great breaths of air and immediately continued, "He is a ghost