Blood gushed from Yi Yuan Daoist Venerable's throat, while blood began to seep spontaneously from his eyes, ears, and nose.
His skin aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Fine wrinkles rapidly spread across his forehead and other parts of his body.
His lifespan was rapidly shortening at the speed of light.
Soon, a rotting smell emanated from his body, and pus oozed from every pore.
This was a means of the Heavenly Dao, not belonging to combat, nor from any Rule Origin.
Such a method, he simply couldn't withstand.
Yi Yuan Daoist Venerable struggled to lift his finger, his eyes filled not only with terror but intense unwillingness!
To die like this as a dignified Daoist Venerable, how could he be reconciled?
Especially since he was given such a 'perfect' test question this time, almost as if it was tailor-made for him, just to crown him.
A celestial fate embraced him, how could he be utterly defeated?
Yet now, his thoughts were futile.
