At this moment, the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master wore an expression of humiliation turning into rage.
He simply couldn't imagine how the young man before him had trained his Martial Arts.
'He'd used a Lightweight Technique that wasn't even that advanced, yet he'd still managed to catch up to me.'
'His Palm Power is immense and ferocious, far beyond the Cultivation someone his age should possess.'
'Even when I caught him completely off guard, turning my own blood into a rain of Hidden Weapons... he was still able to use his immense Inner Strength to form a protective barrier of energy.'
'How the hell am I supposed to fight this?'
The Hundred Ghosts Hall Master had roamed the Jianghu for many years. In all that time, the only powers that ever gave him pause were the Seven Great Sects of the Eastern Domain.
Other than them, he never truly paid any mind even to the likes of the Three Immortals, Two Kings, and One City Madman.
