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The identity of the bird monster adept at Concealing Breath Skill was uncertain and elusive, making it impossible to discern its true realm; its very existence was quite vague.

According to Xing Li's description, it was like a fart, invisible to the eyes yet certainly there.

Following Jing Xinwu's arrangement, Xing Li silently stepped back a few paces, releasing the great ancestral master hidden up his sleeve, standing proudly behind him.

The old ancestor of the Concealing Moon Harmonious Sect appeared ragged, first controlled in soul by Xing Li, then pinned to the ground and savagely beaten by Lu Dong; both of her Mahayana period artifacts connected to her life were damaged. Had the young monk not been kind-hearted, she would not have lived to this moment.

Though she was spared the death penalty, she couldn't escape punishment for her lesser crimes. With her severely wounded body, her strength had plummeted to merely thirty percent of her prime.