"Did you want to see if I'm dead? I didn't expect a mere Sage level master to burn his blood essence to cast such a sword technique, spell, and realm. It's not an injustice for my seventh brother to die in your hands. However, you're still a little short of killing me." The old man's deep voice rang out and the ruins were suddenly thrown to the sides. The old man's figure once again appeared in front of Ling Chuxi.
At this moment, the old man was no longer as arrogant as before. His ragged clothes were covered in dust, and there was a piece of vegetable leaf on his head that had been charred Black by the lightning technique. Soup was dripping down, and he looked as pathetic as he could be. It was as funny as it could be.
However, Ling Chuxi could not smile at all.
Six black banners with Scriptures written on them were set up around him, forming a formation to protect him.