The Sinister Celestial Cultivator
"Xi Zhao! He Chuan! This old man will skin your entire body." The sound was so shrill that the entire island shook. The Dao Soldiers and masked men below shuddered and trembled.
This was the first time they had seen the Celestial Cultivator so angry. This had never happened before, but they did not dare to ask.
In the pitch-black palace, the dragon patterns on the coiling dragon pillar were vivid and lifelike, as if they were about to fly out of the sky.
The dim green lights in the room made him look like a ghost.
His face was extremely ugly. There was no intact skin, and there were rotting boils everywhere. It was unsightly.
His yellow Daoist robe was covered in blood, and black blood kept flowing out of his wounds. The blood evaporated into demonic energy, transforming into demons of all shapes and sizes.
The pained voice just now came from this person.