In an instant, the stone wall cracked, and rubble scattered everywhere.
Before the sword light hit its target, a small silhouette had already fallen from the roof and landed inside the room.
The old monster cultivator snorted coldly.
"No matter how cunning you are, you've still been forced out by me. I want to see exactly what kind of divine presence you are..."
As the dust settled, the figure that had fallen from the roof gradually became clear.
With a slender frame and pale complexion.
The face was smudged with dust, making it appear dirty, yet one could notice the handsome brows and eyes, and a trace of innocence and childishness in the demeanor.
The old monster cultivator glanced at the figure and his pupils contracted, somewhat taken aback.
"A... little kid?!"
Could the one who ambushed me with that incredibly sharp Gold-Cutting Imperial Sword be this... seemingly innocent little kid?!
No, it's absolutely impossible!
