"So it's really you, you old die-hard. Let's have a life or death showdown today." This new Martial Sage expert from the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect was a hoary-haired old man. His face was creased with wrinkles, deeply furrowed, and his body was wiry like a bundle of firewood. An air of death and decay permeated his body. There was little vitality in him, and his Qi and blood seemed to have withered.

"Ho ho, you old murderer, you ought to have died by now." The Martial ...