Chương 1219: Even if I’m beaten to death, I won’t talk

What happened just now? Did I just get beaten up and even had my face smashed into a bloody mess by a little boy at the Fourth Stage?

Impossible! I have already condensed 10 ancient holy apes. I should be among the strongest in the Fifth Stage Realm, how could I have been beaten by someone at the Fourth Stage?!

The white-haired man could not believe what had just happened. His eyes widened as he stared in confusion at Song Shuhang.

In the next moment, a strange feeling welled up in his heart as he suddenly found out the name of the 'Fourth Stage' guy that was right in front of him.

"P... Profound Sage... Tyrannical Song!" The white-haired man's mind suddenly exploded.

It wasn't a small cultivator at the Fourth Stage, but rather Profound Sage Tyrannical Song, an Eighth Stage monster.

But wasn't it too mean to conceal one's strength like that? Where was the honesty between people?