There was an old man who looked over sixty years old, with his hair and beard partially gray. His head had been neatly severed at the neck, falling askew onto the golden mountain, his eyes seemingly yet to close.
What shocked Chen Ku the most was the man's appearance: his forehead towering like a mountain, resembling Chen Ku's transformed Golden Dragon, his jawline angular as if containing a Dragon Ball, beneath the texture of his neck, there was faintly an appearance of scales.
"Whose head is this?"
A wave of incredulous emotions surged in Chen Ku's heart, leading to various speculations, instinctively conjuring a chain of law to touch the elder's head.
This was his Fusang Fire Principle.
Unexpectedly, at the instant the chain's tip touched the elder's head, a purple Gang Qi emerged within three zhang of the elder's head, preventing the chain from advancing.
Moreover…
The elder's head began to tremble slightly, and even his beard started to quiver.
