"The Third Ancestor is back!" shouted the members of the New Faction excitedly, while the faces of the Old Faction members turned ashen one by one.
The Third Ancestor stood with his hands clasped behind his back, bearing no trace of having been infected by the dark liquid. Step by step, he walked toward Tailuo Xing, the ringleader of the commotion. Tailuo Xing, already severely injured and sprawled on the ground, constricted his pupils sharply. His expression was filled with terror as he trembled and said, "Th-Third Ancestor, we were just sparring! Right, we were just sparring!"
"Hmph!"
Chapter 1292