Chapter 230
“Well, boy, we meet again,” the old man raised his head and grinned.
His beard was long, reaching his chest, tangled and filthy, while his hair hung down in disarray, giving him the look of a vagabond. His face was almost completely obscured, leaving only his piercing eyes visible through the gaps in his hair.
Those eyes were like those of a hawk, sharp and cutting, as though they could slice straight through your heart with a single glance.
You wouldn’t even dare to meet his gaze.
The old man was bound against the rocky wall, thick black Xuan-iron chains engraved with dragon patterns and Dao marks coiled tightly around him. Spells cast on the chains caused them to emit a faint black glow.
Soul-sealing nails pierced his collarbone, thighs, and near his heart, pinning him firmly in place. Below him was a complex and esoteric formation, radiating a sinister aura.
In stark contrast, the other “prisoners” in the area were subjected to far less severe restraints. They were either locked in cages or bound by ordinary chains, as though anything more would be a waste of resources.
It was clear that whoever had sealed this old man here had been absolutely terrified of him escaping.
Just how powerful was this old man? If he was so dangerous that they worried about him breaking free, why not simply kill him? Why leave him alive and risk future complications?