The Vice Hierarch's appearance was as elusive as a phantom; at first, nobody noticed his arrival until the moment he materialized, by which the massive control room had already filled with the sound of whistling wind.
Lu Bu'er's first reaction was to tense up, after all, he was facing a Deity, and this Vice Hierarch was already on the brink of death with age.
But he soon realized he was mistaken.
Because the Vice Hierarch at that moment was not the dying old man on the sickbed from yesterday, but rather a true lion-tiger, radiating a fierce presence, like a young man.
With a cracking sound, Gong Yu's right hand was torn apart by the howling wind, the pale shroud shredded into dust, yet no blood flowed, just countless butterflies fluttering.
