The ragged old man possessed eyes like a lurking giant salamander watching prey, stern and composed.
His exposed body was extraordinarily gaunt and firm, strands of muscle tightly twisted like iron ropes, making one feel a chill down their spine just by looking at them.
Crossed new and old scars, sinisterly spread over the body, nearly covering every nook and cranny completely, resembling a close-fitting scale armor.
The elderly man, who appeared stooped and diminutive on the outside, possessed incomparable, world-shattering power.
His name once spread awe across the lands.
Grandmaster, "God of Slaughter."
Huo Hengxuan.
"!!!!"
Su Huaiying's pupils shrank, her heart trembled—she had never imagined she could see a living Huo Hengxuan standing right before her!
No... it couldn't exactly be said to be alive.
Before her, Huo Hengxuan was merely a godly soul summoned back to the mortal realm by the "Retrospective Bell."
