His eyes were wide open, revealing endless panic and shock, as if he couldn't believe that he, a dignified Golden Core Zhenren, had actually died at the hands of an unknown minor figure. It was simply too absurd.
"Haha, unfortunate Golden Core Zhenren."
"To actually dare to attack the Master, you must be tired of living."
"This time you've hit a hard wall."
Upon seeing this scene, the Ten Thousand Transformations Pill Furnace said gloatingly.
It knew well how formidable its Master was now. Such a physique couldn't even be rivaled by an ordinary Tier Three Demon Beast. If it came to close combat, it could crush many newly advanced Golden Core cultivators.
Not to mention, this white-robed elder had been through a battle, and was critically wounded.
To dare harbor killing intent towards the Master with such strength, wasn't it just courting death?
"This guy should be a Golden Core Sword Cultivator."
