d old man floating in the air. 。Lu Xiaitian's hand painted a stroke in the void with his Fang Tian painting halberd, a blood arc flew past the brown-haired elder's neck, instantly separating his head...After dodging several waves of alien cultivators in the middle, Lu Xia Tian returned to the hiding place in the Mist Forbidden Land, only to find that the entrance had signs of movement. Lu Xia Tian's heart sank.ad ever dared to challenge his authority. Even the Cliff Yin Ghost King, a being of equal power, or other cultivators with comparable strength, would show him respect when they entered this territory....