A young man in green robes hovered in the sky, silently observing the grey pieces of flesh and blood that fell from within the Sword Qi.
This was his strongest state.
His entire Mana condensed into one point, not even willing to maintain the basic invisibility spell, wanting to pour out all of his strength and turn it into an attack.
"Ghost Dao is perilous and unpredictable, yet it has its merits," he said.
Jiang Ding looked towards a void in space.
Through the hazy transparency, an old man in a black robe appeared. His left arm was cut off at the root, turning to ash. His face was extremely pale, his skin stretched over bones, his body half-transparent, and many ghost shadows within him had unknowingly vanished.
His chest cavity was completely empty.
"Who are you..."
"Qiyu Swordsman!"
Patriarch Bai Gui let out a venomous shriek, stunned, and looked at the young man in green disbelief, repeatedly comparing him with the one from the reports, indeed it was the same person.
