RIP!
A sound as crisp as tearing silk echoed before the utterly silent ruins of the Buddha Hall.
A sickeningly sweet Blood Qi suddenly rose from among the crumbling walls of the Buddha Hall as the gnarled old monk's skin began to slough off, rustling like a snake shedding its skin.
Liu Xiong's expression shifted. He looked up just in time to see a gash split open on the old monk's back, from which an arm as pale as jade stretched out from within the monk's body.
Under the moonlight, the sculpted, jade-like arm had a grayish pallor. Its five fingers were so long and slender they were almost deformed, and translucent webbing grew between the knuckles.
