Baldy? Monk?

Perfection Stage?!

The young man's pupils constricted as he revealed an expression of disbelief.

After all, even the senior that passed down the Artic Withersword to him had only cultivated it to the Mastery Stage, whereas, this young man that was only 28 years old actually said that he'd already cultivated the Artic Withersword to the Perfection Stage?

"When his sword struck, the aura of withering extremely easy entered into the sword in my hand before instantly making its way into my hand… Perhaps he has really cultivated the Artic Withersword to the Perfection Stage!" The young man took a deep breath before leaving.

The surrounding spectators in the sky above the combat arena were in an uproar.

"I'd once heard of the Artic Withersword… It's an extremely formidable low grade Heaven Rank sword skill. Once one is swept by the unique withering aura within it, one's entire life would wither before transforming into a piece of rotten flesh!"