Deep within dicine King Valley.
Cold Domain.
The entire place is perated with a chill that suspends in the air, emanating a ghostly blue hue. An ordinary person entering here would likely freeze to death instantly.
The low temperature can maintain vitality. The masters of dicine King Valley retreat here for cultivation, seeking to extend their lifespans and seize more opportunities for breakthroughs.
Before entering the Cold Domain, Yao Qiantu respectfully bowed deeply, then loudly proclaid, "Esteed elders, dicine King Valley now faces a massive crisis. The Blood Clan has invaded, Daos has slaughtered, and we are no longer able to resist. We humbly request your assistance."
After speaking, Yao Qiantu stood waiting in place, but there was no movent from the Cold Domain ahead for quite so ti.
"Damn it!"
Yao Qiantu cursed inwardly.
This group of reclusive masters only cares about their own cultivation, ignoring the colossal crisis befalling dicine King Valley. Such indifference!
However, Yao Qiantu was unwilling to give up. If he did, dicine King Valley might truly suffer great losses today.
After pondering, Yao Qiantu earnestly pleaded, "Esteed elders, rember how the people of dicine King Valley have always served you respectfully. Please intervene. There are many of your descendants within dicine King Valley. If you don’t step in, they may perish in this calamity."
After so ti, there was a subtle movent deep within the Cold Domain. An ancient voice slowly asked, "What has happened?"
Yao Qiantu was overjoyed and quickly explained the invasion by Vlad III and others in brief, not daring to hide anything. If he concealed anything and these reclusive masters discovered it upon venturing out, he’d be dood.
"Vlad III?"
Upon hearing this na, the reclusive masters in the Cold Domain let out several exclamations, indicating they were aware of this terrifying na.
Suddenly, the elderly voice that had spoken before fell silent again.
Yao Qiantu’s eyes widened. Could it be these people were afraid? He was dismayed and on the verge of tears. Was Vlad III truly that frightening?
Yao Qiantu knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Esteed elders, if you do not intervene, today the sanctity of dicine King Valley might be trampled by this Western Blood Clan!"
"Fine."
Suddenly, at this mont, a voice erged from deep within the Cold Domain, "I have lived for one hundred and thirty years and still see no hope of breakthrough. Since that’s the case, let exert my final bit of warmth."
Hoo...
As the words were spoken, the chill within the Cold Domain suddenly fluctuated, surging like waves, and a mysterious figure silently appeared before Yao Qiantu.
"Ah..."
Yao Qiantu was startled. This person had appeared too eerily, almost like a ghost.
"Hehe, the current Valley Master of dicine King Valley, with such a timid deanor?" The person chuckled.
Yao Qiantu couldn’t help but look up. The person before him was indeed extrely aged, with layers of wrinkles covering his face, sparse hair nearly falling out, and few teeth remaining.
Completely a decrepit old man.
Such a person seed frail, not resembling a master at all.
"May I ask your na, elder?" Yao Qiantu cautiously inquired. Although this person seed exceedingly weak, anyone who could retreat within this Cold Domain was certainly not ordinary, perhaps once a renowned and terrifying figure.
"My na... I have hardly used it in so long that I almost forgot. My na is... Lv Chunyang." The decrepit old man chuckled.
"What?"
Yao Qiantu was aghast and involuntarily spoke.
Lv Chunyang?
The legendary genius of yore?
This person was once an incredible existence. When he was active in the world, dicine King Valley experienced its most glorious period, undefeated throughout the sanctuaries.
It’s said that he was once besieged by three enemy Martial Saints of the sa level, trapped in a lethal situation, yet managed to escape, even killing one!
"I never expected Lv Sr. would intervene; dicine King Valley is saved." Yao Qiantu exclaid in excitent.
"Hehe, not necessarily. I am now just an old man." Lv Chunyang chuckled, appearing fond of laughter, "Alright, now lead there to et Vlad III."
"Yes."
Yao Qiantu responded excitedly.
At this mont, he led Lv Chunyang to the intense battle site.
"Vlad III, long ti no see." Lv Chunyang carried his hands behind his back, his body hunched, smiling with his face full of wrinkles.
"Who are you?"
Seeing Yao Qiantu brought this old man, Vlad III was initially surprised, then frowned, sensing a power within this person that made him slightly apprehensive.
"Sigh, it seems the difference between the Human and Blood Clans is vast. I am already a candle in the wind, soon to perish, but you remain in full form." Lv Chunyang lanted, "Back then, we fought once. Do you rember that young man who broke your fingers?"
"You are Lv Chunyang?"
Vlad III’s pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze turning crimson with monstrous rage, losing the previous elegance and composure.
"You are still alive!" Vlad III glared at Lv Chunyang with blood-red eyes, his voice full of terrifying murderous intent, causing the surrounding air to surge.
"A scourge lasts for a millennium." Lv Chunyang joked.
Yao Qiantu looked back and forth between Lv Chunyang and Vlad III, puzzled. What history did these two share?
It seed Vlad III suffered a setback at Lv Chunyang’s hands back then.
"You are already so old, not enjoying retirent, but insisting on confronting . Very well, I shall send you to your death." Vlad III coldly said.
"Even an old man about to enter the grave can exert a little warmth." Lv Chunyang chuckled.
"Humph!"
Vlad III snorted coldly, suddenly charging forward, throwing a punch aid at Lv Chunyang’s head, "This ti, I will make sure to kill you!"
"That’s not certain." Lv Chunyang laughed, then suddenly straightened his body like a towering mountain, his gaze turning icy.
"Perhaps it is you who will be killed!"
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