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Those two human skins had been shattered, but because of the strange force behind the attack, their fragments continued spinning in the air like ghosts.

Feng Ling'er had once told Duan Yun that the human-skin masks circulating in the martial world actually came in two types.

One type was the kind she excelled at: human skin pasted over the face to alter one's appearance and disguise oneself. The other was far more thorough—the entire person was enclosed in human skin.

Those who wore human skin over their entire bodies were called "skin-suit people." They had once been a great nightmare of the martial world.

There had once been a head of the Yellow Mountain Sword Sect who, at the age of forty, took an exceptionally beautiful woman as his concubine. He indulged in revelry every night for eight years, and not only did his health deteriorate, but he also fell gravely ill and became bedridden.

However, the head of the Yellow Mountain Sword Sect was worthy of his title. Even with his health ruined, he relied on bitter training in bed and gradually recovered a little mobility.

On the night he was finally able to walk, he told no one. He got out of bed and planned to go to the latrine himself, but suddenly heard a burst of panting.

As a veteran of eight years of nightly revelry, the head of the Yellow Mountain Sword Sect knew what that sound was the moment he heard it.

It was also the voice of his favorite concubine.

The head of the Yellow Mountain Sword Sect flew into a rage and charged inside, where he found his beautiful concubine—and his wife!

Neither woman had a stitch on. His first reaction was that the two women had gotten together.

What shocked him, however,