The mysterious old man was short and bone-thin. A dark gray robe tightly wrapped around his frame, and his entire face was covered in wrinkles. He looked to be thousands of years old. The most striking feature on his face was his white eyebrows, which were over a meter long—matching his height.
At this moment, a trickle of blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth. His dark gray robe was tattered and torn, but even so, it could not conceal the towering murderous intent emanating from him. In this Dharma-ending age, a Great Vehicle Stage powerhouse in the cultivation world had actually been beaten to such a state in a single move. Frustration and resentment churned within him; no matter what, he could not swallow this bitter pill.
Daoqing Casual Practitioner slowly drifted in front of the old man, looking down at him from above, and said coldly, "Do you yield?" These words exuded the extraordinary aura and confidence of a powerhouse, fully displaying a supreme dominion over heaven and earth.
Chapter 113