After a few breaths, within the grey barrier, the golden light gradually dissipated, leaving only a clump of grayish fog that lingered in the center without dispersing.
"I didn't expect that even I, the blood ancestor, could be mistaken. You, the youngster from the Taqing Sect, are the most troublesome one among these people!" An elderly voice emanated from within the fog, seemingly unaffected by the assault of the two golden thunder talismans.
Following that, the fog parted, revealing its figure once again.
"Blood ancestor?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Ming's eyes narrowed.
For some reason, upon hearing this name, the image of the blood emperor, who had once ranked first on the outer sect's life-and-death list, immediately surfaced in his mind.