Lu Yunxiao's calm voice rang out. The next moment, it was as though someone had pressed a pause button.
The towering giant hand formed from endless death aura froze in midair out of nowhere.
In the sky, five-colored rays shone brilliantly, their multicolored radiance illuminating the entire space.
A middle-aged man in a white robe embroidered with a crescent moon emblem appeared in midair.
His long hair draped over his shoulders. His features were not exceptionally handsome, yet he exuded an inexplicable sense of warmth.
His eyes seemed able to speak. They carried the vicissitudes of time, yet also revealed a light that seemed to see through all things in the world.
It was the light of wisdom alone.
His entire bearing resembled that of a great pioneer, possessing lofty ambitions unlike those of ordinary people.
Standing in midair, he placed his right hand over his chest, bowed to Lu Yunxiao, and smiled in greeting.
The next moment, he gently raised a finger. With a light tap, the giant hand of death aura, thousands of zhang in size, instantly shattered.
Boom!
As the giant hand shattered, Hun Shengtian and the other man suffered the backlash and were sent flying thousands of meters away.
Their eyes trembled, a trace of disbelief flashing through them.
"Who are you, sir?"
The attack they had unleashed with the Realm of Death formation, backed by their peak late-stage Eight-Star Dou Sheng strength, had been crushed by this man with a single finger.
This man's strength was simply inconceivable.
A Nine-Star Dou Saint—at the very least, he had to be a Nine-Star Dou Saint.
"Living Dead?"
"Interesting!"
The middle-aged man did not answer Hun Shengtian. As he observed the peculiar state of Hun Shengtian and the others, a trace of curiosity flickered in his eyes.
He