The blood sea surged.
The Blood Sacrifice Grand Formation, formed from countless living beings, slowly began to rotate.
As the Great Formation rotated, a strange omen appeared in the sky above.
Countless clouds seemed to be drawn by something, rapidly shattering.
The wind, clouds, rain, and lightning all around... began to distort.
Winds roared; waves thundered.
Atop the enormous, blood-colored Ram-Horn Divine Mountain, two figures in blue robes-an old man and a young man-stood at opposite ends.
"Wang Ba, hahaha, you finally came!"
Seeing the young figure finally appear, Han Yanzi revealed a trace of delight.
Yet to his surprise, the young man's reaction was exceedingly strange.
His eyes were indifferent, yet waves seemed to churn and intertwine within them.
Though the two were facing off, he did not look at Han Yanzi. Instead, his gaze fell straight toward the area below and behind him.
Han Yanzi's thoughts raced, and he laughed:
"Are you distressed over that descendant of yours? Hehe, true enough. Though you were once a great Body Integration cultivator, a descendant capable of cultivating both the Sword Dao and True Martial arts must possess outstanding talent. I would be distressed too."
"But if you care so much about your descendant, why did you wait until he was nearly dead to come?"
"Could it be... that you aren't confident either?"
His laughter carried a hint of mockery.
Hearing Han Yanzi's words, Wang Ba seemed finally to turn his attention toward him.
Yet he merely gave him an indifferent glance, then gently beckoned.
Below, a constantly writhing mass of Sword Light and blood mist, entangled in the branches of the blood-colored Undying Divine Tree, suddenly flew into Wang Ba's palm.
Seeing Wang Ba act as though no one else were present, utterly ignoring him, Han Yanzi narrowed his eyes