Bab 599: Ritual and Cultivation

Many of the ancient martial art practitioners in the great hall were very experienced and knowledgeable. Yet even they had never seen such a creature, neither human, nor ghost, or monstrous beast. The being had climbed out of the coffin and the very thought of it was enough to make one's hair stand.

Mo Wen's pupils contracted to the size of a pinhole as he looked closely at that bizarre object. Even from such a distance, he could sense an inexplicable danger.

Roar, roar! The roar of the monster sent sand flying and pebbles rolling. The roar was so phenomenal that everyone in the area took an involuntary step back.

However, there was one ancient martial art practitioner that could not retreat in time. A single claw had soundlessly appeared before him and grabbed directly at his throat, raising him into the air.