"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The heavy panting grew even heavier. Only now did that person's figure fully solidify. He was a short old man in a gray robe, slightly stooped, with entirely white hair and a somewhat disheveled topknot.
His aura was somewhat listless at the moment. Several tears marred his gray robe, blood continuously seeping from them in thin threads. A large portion of the robe over his chest had already vanished.
When he had tried to forcibly kill his opponent just now, he could only lower his body and take that talisman strike head-on. While dodging the palm aimed at his dantian, he had been struck directly in the chest by the hooked-nosed man's talisman, shattering his magic-treasure-grade garment.
A deep bloody gash also ran across the gray-robed old man's forehead. In that lightning-flash instant, the hooked-nosed man had risked everything in a desperate attack and finally broken through his protective barrier, nearly slicing off the top of his skull with one blow.
As the gray-robed old man hastily turned his head, the curved blade left a deep wound across his forehead. Fortunately, his cultivation was deeper, and the hooked-nosed man had already been severely injured by him earlier, his attacking power greatly diminished.
After enduring that palm strike, the gray-robed old man had slipped past him and shattered his defense, directly piercing through the hooked-nosed man's dantian...
The gray-robed old man panted heavily, his body drenched in sweat. Fortunately, his cultivation was profound; after only five or six breaths, his surging aura returned to calm.
Suddenly seeming to sense something, he turned to look in the direction from which he had come. The gray-robed old man only felt his vision blur as a fierce wind rushed straight at his face.
The gray-robed old man hurriedly looked up. In