Before his voice had even faded, the old man smiled eerily and looked up at the sky. The starry night sky was now stained with a wash of blood! Countless ferocious faces drifted within the sea of blood, and a terrifying pressure caused the breath to catch in one's throat, even through the mountain-guarding formation. "Kid, it looks like someone has come looking for you. It's a perfect time to try out your new moves."
"Heh heh heh..."
The piercing laughter sounded like a rusted blade scraping against bone. Upon a bone throne that slowly descended from the blood cloud, a gaunt, red-robed old man gazed coldly at Ling Xiao. The man's eye sockets were deeply sunken, his skin an unnatural grayish-blue, and the nails on his ten fingers were as dark as ink and fully three inches long.
Chapter 637