Chapter 819: Fist Suppression
"You know me?"
The tall, red-haired cultivator took a sweat towel from the side and wiped the perspiration from his hands.
He swept his steaming long hair back behind his head.
Brows drawn together and eyes slanted sideways, he sized up the tower-like burly man who had spoken.
For a cultivator like this burly man, whose spiritual aura was especially solid and profound, he would remember him as long as they had met.
Yet after pondering for a long while, he still could not find any trace of this person in his memories.
Thus, he asked in puzzlement, "The Ancient God Holy Land, foremost among the four great holy lands of the Eastern Wasteland. I have never met a successor of the Ancient God Holy Land, nor have I ever dealt with cultivators from the Ancient God Holy Land."
"Could you be the friend of some cultivator I killed, here to seek vengeance?"
Tu Shan Jun murmured softly.
He did not fear this person overhearing.
But he immediately dismissed the notion. When it came to killing, he had never hesitated.
He had many enemies, but none whose connections ran so deep that they could even involve cultivators of the Ancient God Holy Land.
What reason could have driven a Spirit Transformation cultivator—and a prodigy of the Ancient God Holy Land at that—to rush to Myriad Things City solely to find him?
Tu Shan Jun narrowed his eyes, his heart sinking as a bad premonition arose.
Venerable Chuiyun had not lasted much longer. Thirty years after being invited into the Shoreless Abyss within the Soul Banner, he had died. The only reason he had not been drawn into the Soul Banner now was because Venerable Chuiyun's cultivation exceeded that of the Main Soul.
He remembered Chuiyun saying