"You arrogant brat!" Old Ancestor Huodou was furious, and once again sent a palm strike towards the mountain.
Bang!
Zhou Heng punched towards the sky, scattering the golden palm once more. He strode down from the mountain, followed by Wu Xiumei and other followers, each with a fanatical look in their eyes.
When Zhou Heng, with his white hair and withered body, appeared before Old Ancestor Huodou and Yu Hong's trio, they were all startled.
At their realm, which one of them wasn't full of vitality? Only at the end of life, when reincarnation is necessary, would one's vitality decline and physical form wither. But Zhou Heng clearly had countless years left to live, so why was his vitality declining now?
"Could it be that you've cultivated some forbidden technique?" Old Ancestor Huodou stared at Zhou Heng. "Otherwise, how could you have reached ninety steps in such a short time, so close to stepping into the Chaos Realm?"
