Chapter 77: Patriarch of the Nether River

Suddenly, a sword light flew out from the depths of the Sea of Blood, blocking Lu Yu's attack. This sword light was full of killing intent. Looking toward the direction from which the sword light came, one could see a Taoist whose age was indiscernible, sitting atop the Sea of Blood.

Although the Taoist's age could not be discerned, his presence had an aura of the timelines—a vague and indescribable breath. He sat there as though one could see the passage of time itself, and with just one glance, everyone knew this Taoist must be an ancient powerhouse.

He wore a black Taoist robe, and behind him were two blood-colored long swords, from which endless killing intent emanated, causing an involuntary shiver to anyone who sensed it—it was as if through these swords one could see the purest form of the intent to kill.