Looking at the sickening smile on Sun Tianyou's face, Pan Long could not help frowning, even though he remembered that he was playing the taciturn, expressionless "A-Fei." He swung his blade.
Blade Aura whistled toward Sun Tianyou's face. Yet the old man, who looked little different from a corpse, showed no fear. He walked straight into it.
With a dull thud, the Blade Aura struck him. A huge gash opened in his green robe, but his skin was not broken. Not a drop of blood showed.
Pan Long's expression grew grave. Without looking back, he told Old Han, "Get farther away. Watch yourself."
Old Han immediately ran aside and hid beneath a Pagoda Tree. After a moment's thought, he moved a few steps away into the open.
He had heard that a dead person was buried beneath every Pagoda Tree here, their bodies used to nurture yin baleful energy. Even with True Qi protecting him, he was better off keeping his distance.
Sun Tianyou, the ancient patriarch of the Sun Family—if he was even alive—slowly closed in on Pan Long. When only seven or eight paces separated them, he suddenly opened his mouth.
Fangs like a wild beast's filled it!
He let out a strange roar and burst forward, moving so fast he almost left an afterimage. In an instant, he was before Pan Long, lashing out with claws whose nails were as sharp as daggers.
Pan Long met them with his blade.
A dull thud rang out. Pan Long flew backward and landed outside the gate. Sun Tianyou staggered several steps back, his green robe torn apart to expose his body.
Apart from its bluish pallor and deathly stillness, his face still looked human—like a dead human's, at worst. His body, however, was utterly shriveled, as if not a