Shi Hao was astonished, standing dumbfounded on the spot. Such a thing happened; it was kowtowing. What was the origin of this sword fetus?
The Burial Master, eerie, mysterious, powerful, even cultivators of the Different Domain shudder at the mention of them, their faces changing color. Today, a mighty Burial Master was disturbed from its birth, and the result was an exhibition like this here.
Its form was formidable, standing as tall as ten feet high, bearing a pair of wide and decayed wings, with swirling black mist, like a devil God stepping out from hell.
Undoubtedly, this Burial Master was very strong, with silver pupils as sharp as blades. Despite the distance, it caused one's flesh to hurt intensely, as if it would split apart.
The captive of Shi Hao, a young cultivator from the Different Domain, was pale-faced, devoid of any blood, completely terrified.
