Qin Ming spoke truthfully. Just now, he had indeed seen an ancient grandmaster approaching him, wielding a great spear that stirred the clouds and summoned thunder. The sight was breathtaking, shaking the earth itself.
Unfortunately, the Emperor of War ultimately met a tragic end. After piercing the old senior's white palm with blood, he was locked in place by the senior’s golden celestial patterns. The famous elder of the Night Mist world struck him six times from a distance, targeting the Emperor's limbs, torso, and skull, causing every hit to explode a specific part.
At the very moment before his skull shattered, the Emperor remained silent, glaring with eyes that shot forth two golden bolts of lightning.
Yet, the old elder, with his jade-like hand, merely wiped his hand, causing the incoming lightning to dissipate into nothingness.
The Emperor was at a lower realm than the elder. To be able to wound such a powerful figure, causing blood to flow from his right hand over a hundred years ago, was nothing short of earth-shattering.