There was endless resentment in that voice, along with a hint of madness brought by an unwillingness to admit defeat. When it echoed in every direction and resounded through Seven Moons Sect, the figure in front of Su Ming on top the Feng Shui compass turned into a shadow.
However, that shadow stood vertical and soon began to distort. In the blink of an eye, it turned into an old man with a head full of white hair and dressed in a long robe with stars on it. Veins popped up on his face when he glared at Su Ming.
"Seven Moons Sect disciple, Seven Moons Sect disciple…"
Once the old man cast a glance at Su Ming, he laughed madly. Waves of powerful killing intent spread out from him!
