Chapter 1088 - Cursed Stone
The bald elder surged forward in a powerful wave of sound, intercepting the attack and arriving before Liu Wuxie in a flash.
At that moment, the Ghost Emperor's deadly soundwave attack was about to reach Liu Wuxie, but the elder's wave intercepted it, neutralizing it in midair. The two sound waves collided, canceling each other out.
"Why did you intervene? He slaughtered thousands of my clan. I cannot allow him to leave alive," the Ghost Emperor growled, his gaze shifting toward the bald elder.
"You cannot kill him," the elder replied calmly, rising with effort. His frail figure was hunched from ages of stillness. After ages without sunlight, his skin had taken on an eerie, deathly pallor.
"You've been staying in this canyon all this time... just to wait for him?" the Ghost Emperor asked, frowning deeply. He had always trusted the bald elder's words, and he did not doubt him even now.
"Yes," the elder said, nodding with certainty.
"Who is he, truly? How does a human know so many powerful dao techniques?" the Ghost Emperor questioned. He had witnessed everything from afar; every battle Liu Wuxie fought in the canyon had unfolded clearly before his eyes.
"He is the chosen one. Now that he's here... my time has come," the bald elder said with a bitter smile.
"You're saying that... you'll die because of his arrival?" the Ghost Emperor asked, narrowing his eyes. As an intelligent being, he immediately understood the implication behind the elder's words.
The elder didn't respond, but his silence confirmed everything.
"In that case, I'll kill him myself," the Ghost Emperor declared coldly, standing up. Ghostly energy erupted from him, distorting space with the terrifying pressure of Heaven Profound Realm laws.
The Barefooted Elder had spent ten thousand years in this canyon, and the Ghost Emperor had remained his only companion. They weren't merely neighbors—they were friends.