"A mere rustic sect dares to use the Three-Color Restriction? Truly a waste of heavenly resources!"
Nangong Xiongba's eyes glittered with cold light, his tone full of disdain and contempt.
"Cough—"
Suddenly, he let out a muffled groan, a trace of crimson seeping from the corner of his mouth.
He hadn't expected that mysterious Spirit Severing expert with the mask from that night over a year ago to have such uncanny and unpredictable skills.
Though their exchange was brief, it left a persistent dark wound within him.
"Just a fledgling newly into Spirit Severing..." he wiped the blood away, a hint of malice in his eyes.
Though that person's strength was commendable, their use of Spirit Severing's profound mysteries was evidently clumsy, clearly a recent breakthrough.
With this thought, the fury in Nangong Xiongba's chest intensified.
That thief not only stole the Nangong Family's treasure accumulated over millennia but also dared to use him as a whetstone for practice!
