A cloud of green smoke dissipated, and the Firerock patriarch, who had dominated the martial arts continent for many years, was now gone.
No one would ever know that a martial arts master had died in this part of the divine Hall of abstinence.
A thousand years ago, countless martial arts powerhouses had fallen here. A thousand years later, there was another Firerock forefather.
It was nothing more than a resentful soul.
On the path of cultivation, life and death were common. Even the powerful Aboriginal deities could not escape the danger of being seriously injured and dying.
To Tang Zhen, ancestor Firerock was not even considered an opponent. Killing him was a matter of course.
After dealing with the Firerock ancestor, Tang Zhen looked in front of him. He saw a young man slowly walking over from the deep starry sky.
He was wearing a green robe and long boots, and his face was as clear as Jade. He stepped on the stars and came over.
