Moyang suddenly turned around to look. Another old man had appeared there, with a withered and skinny face. Although he did not look as terrifying as the Nameless Expert, he was just like a dried corpse, the skin on his face resembling shriveled orange peel.
"Hehe... A descendant of the ancient God Race, yet possessing such a vibrant life force. Not bad, not bad..." A series of chilling laughs came from the old man, making one's scalp tingle.
Moyang stood in place without moving or saying anything. The Desolate Realm was so vast, and the cultivation world so flourishing, that far too many experts lay hidden. The appearance of these two old fellows was likely just the beginning.
Chapter 400