Chapter 928: Mighty Support
"It was him!"
Luo Tianfeng suddenly understood.
No wonder he had found this man familiar.
He had not seen through this man's methods just now.
Only after the other party unleashed his signature escape light did he completely confirm his identity. He was one of the great sect's outsider elders: Pure Light Saint of Dharma, Que Mitu.
Que Mitu's expression turned solemn. A protective saintly armor emerged, and he drew a five-colored spear from the small world within his body.
The weapon's edge spun, its divine light transforming into a river-like aura that shielded him from the blood qi's corrosion while guarding against the two bloody figures before him. Yet what concerned him most was not those two blood shadows at all, but the unfamiliar Saint who had summoned them.
That man's face was pale.
His pallid hands were covered in purplish-black nails.
When he walked, he resembled a sick tiger.
The more he appeared so, the more nervous Que Mitu became. His Dharma Eye told him there was not the slightest sign of illness within this man's spiritual aura.
Yet he walked like a sick tiger and stood like a sleeping eagle. His lowered ghostly eyes shone like stars, holding neither lust for battle nor delight, but an utterly indifferent predation.
It was as though he might tear open Que Mitu's throat, pry apart his skull, and devour him alive at any moment.
Swallowing even his Yin Spirit and Yang Spirit without leaving a trace behind.
"Who are you?!"
Que Mitu stared fixedly at the newcomer and demanded an answer.
He knew every pillar elder, Dharma King, hall master, and elder within the sect by heart.
Yet the person before him was simply too unfamiliar.
So unfamiliar that he scarcely dared believe this was a