Shi Hao did not even look as he blasted a fist upward. With a bang, he shattered the enormous hand, sending blood flying.
The supreme elder of the Divine Medicine Sect went pale. The youth before him had crippled one of his hands with a single punch. At that age, with that kind of strength, there was only one person in the Desolate Region who fit the description.
"I'm sorry, my friend. This old man was wrong." Lin Kun immediately bowed his head in apology, then turned and left without the slightest hesitation.
His decisiveness surprised Yun Ying and the others. If someone from Immortal Mountain had been here, they would have kept barking like dogs for ages, even if they lacked the strength to back it up.
"After living so long, he at least knows when to bend and when to stand tall," the others remarked.
Yet before long, the old man returned. Gone was his earlier cowed demeanor, and he demanded that Shi Hao come with him.
Shi Hao immediately guessed what gave him such confidence and attacked to test it. He discovered that someone had written a single character on the old man's body, rendering him indestructible.
"To think Medicine Capital has someone this powerful," Yun Ying said, looking surprised.
Even a single written character possessed such power. That level of cultivation was beyond ordinary imagination; even a Heavenly God might not be capable of it.
Shi Hao immediately realized the gravity of the situation and took out the black broken sword. It was the magical artifact of Ghost Master, the founding patriarch of the Heaven Mending Pavilion, and was immensely powerful.
But as he activated the black broken sword, its powerful fluctuations drew out a peerless expert.
It was a woman dressed in gray, her loose