Dim, mysterious light arises in the dark chamber; within the Zhenwu Sect, the true self is revealed.
At the instant the viscous, fetid meat tendril pierced Zhang Fan's chest, a terrifying pressure erupted from within him, a horrifying current raging like a furious storm, shaking the soul.
"Impossible… Profound Sect… Profound Sect… How could you have something like this on you?"
Shen Xiangrong's twisted face grew even more ferocious, his bulging eyes full of deep disbelief.
He sensed an incredibly mystical fluctuation, akin to the orthodox Daoist techniques, as if directly transmitted from the Ancestral Master, untouched by the mundane Red Dust, existing beyond the three sacred mountains.
Such a fluctuation should never appear on a child's body.
"Who the hell are you?" The old, distorted face howled madly, the massive mass of flesh shuddered and twisted, as if trying to withdraw that meat tendril.
Weng…
