Nangong Xiaoyan watched with his own eyes as these gray-robed youths, radiating a somber and cold aura, emerged from the Eighth Ring Island, then departed under orders for Kunlun's various ring islands.
The shock these gray-robed youths dealt to his mind was no less than the sudden disappearance of the Great Sumeru Positive and Negative Nine Palaces Formation. Nangong Xiaoyan was the personal disciple of one of Kunlun's Ten Golden Immortals, who controlled the various divisions. He stood among those closest to the pinnacle of Kunlun's power, and Huang Wushen trusted him deeply, granting him the authority to enter Kunlun's Ninth Ring Island in emergencies.
Yet even he had never known of the existence of these gray-robed youths, whose cultivation was no weaker than his own.
One or two would have been one thing, but there were more than a dozen of these gray-robed youths carrying Kunlun Jade Tokens. They seemed to have dwelled in the shadows for too long, their bodies steeped in a grim and ruthless aura. Compared to the Sword Division, these Kunlun disciples, clad in gray garments that gleamed with silver light, were like repeating crossbows hidden within Kunlun—sinister and powerful.
Yet the more it was so, the more settled Nangong Xiaoyan felt... Only now did he realize what kind of strength this colossal entity called Kunlun, which in the eyes of the world vaguely ruled over all mystic sects beneath heaven, had concealed behind its back.
In truth, aside from Huang Wushen, no one knew what forces he still held in his hands, or how much hidden power he possessed. But such power surely exceeded everyone's imagination.
There was only one thing Nangong Xiaoyan understood even less. Huang Wushen had not hidden anything from him. In this brief span of time, Nangong Xiaoyan had already