Thirty li north of Han Fortress…0

Here stood a ritual altar, which was built from pale white animal bones, with the distinctive style of the tribes beyond the pass.0

An old man with hair as white as snow, clad in a sorcerer’s ceremonial robe, suddenly stiffened, then spat out a mouthful of blood!0

Pff!0

The blood splattered onto the ground with a sizzling, piercing hiss, scorching the surrounding dead grass black. Clearly, it was laced with deadly poison.0

If Daoist Song Shi were here, he would have recognized this man at once. He was Grand Magus Bantu, a name famous across the lands beyond the Great Pass.0

Bantu’s robe was stained with blood, and his eyes were full of bitter hatred.0

“He actually saw through my Soul-Splitting Technique… Just who is this young man?! Could he be some ancient monster from the Central Plains who merely looks young?”0

Bantu pulled a black wolf’s claw from the...0