"I don't know, and even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you." The tattered Stone Man revealed a chilling smile. His Flame of Life was about to extinguish, and he had long adopted a reckless disregard, unwilling to compromise. He was like an old bull among a herd of wild buffalo, the most dangerous of all.
"What a pity. Had I met you a millennium earlier, I would have turned and walked away. But now, with your Flame of Life dwindling, your actual combat strength is only at the Seven Heavens of the Ancestral God level. You no longer qualify as a Stone Man powerhouse."
Xiao Chen's eyes shot out two golden beams, traveling back along the river of time, piercing through the origins and unveiling everything.
"The Eye of Falsehood at the Nine Heavens level?" The tattered Stone Man immediately froze, his pupils likewise emitting twin golden rays, scanning toward Xiao Chen.
"Ding."
