Chapter 228: It Is Time
In Hundred Refinements City, on the ruined street outside the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion, the black-robed elderly man's figure slowly lifted into the air.
His black robes blended into the night behind him, the wide sleeves drifting without wind. His withered hands hung from the sleeves, knuckles protruding, giving off a cold iron-grey light.
In that moment, the True Qi of heaven and earth from all around funneled toward his body like a great drain, casting an immense shadow in the sky above that looked as though it had torn through the heavens and earth.
His clouded eyes blazed with a fearsome brightness, as though ten thousand malevolent spirits were housed within, and they were fixed rigidly on Li Musheng sitting on the roof of the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion.
In an instant, the terrifying martial killing intent radiating from the black-robed elderly man was so overwhelming that the air all around had frozen and stilled, as though hundreds and thousands of invisible blades, charged with sky-piercing murderous force, were all pointed directly at Li Musheng.
"You do not look like the Hundred Refinements Peak Master to me."
Li Musheng glanced at the black-robed elderly man rising into the air below.
Hearing this, the elderly man said nothing, and only looked down at the bodies of the First Wife and the others in the street furrow below, the killing intent on his body surging like a raging gale and crashing waves.
In the next instant, he drove both arms forward, and rolling, murky martial True Qi erupted from him, condensing in an instant into ten thousand ghost hands before him, which then surged forward to engulf Li Musheng.