"Wait!!"
Just as Zhou Tong was about to step onto the arched bridge, one of the two old men playing chess suddenly called out to stop him.
"Is there something you wish to say?" Zhou Tong halted and looked toward the silver-eyed old man. He had been the one to call out just now.
The silver-eyed old man smiled. "After all these countless years, I never expected an outsider to enter this place. This bridge is simply too dangerous, and I have not seen an outsider in a very long time. Why don't you stand over there and chat with us?"
Unlike the silver-eyed old man, however, the other elder, whose eyes were blood-red, looked at Zhou Tong with Killing Intent. His voice was as frigid as the depths of winter. "A mere Four-step Dao Lord..."
Given Zhou Tong's current aura, he was no weaker than any monstrously talented Four-step Dao Lord. Naturally, in the blood-eyed elder's eyes, Zhou Tong was a Four-step Dao Lord.
"Hmph!!" The blood-eyed elder snorted coldly and attacked from afar—
"Rumble!!"
He swept his gray sleeve, and his voluminous robe sleeve instantly swept across heaven and earth. In the blink of an eye, it crossed the Void and arrived beside Zhou Tong.
Zhou Tong's gaze shifted, and an incomparably scorching domain erupted in an instant. The moment that great sleeve swept before him, it ignited and turned to nothingness.
"Hm!? A mere Four-step Dao Lord actually broke my killing move!?" The blood-eyed elder abruptly withdrew his hand, staring blankly at his bare arm and tattered robe.
"What a monster, what a monster! A Four-step Dao Lord possesses such combat power?" The silver-eyed elder cried out in amazement. "But I still advise you not to come over. Wait until after you succeed in the Daomerge before