Xiang Yang's trip to the Blade and Sword Flowing Open Edge Gate had not been wholly satisfying. He had not met Blade Obsessed, yet his exchange with Sword Obsessed alone had brought him considerable gains.
Strictly speaking, Eight Leaves at his peak should not have been much weaker than Sword Obsessed. However, he was a Buddhist master whose path differed from Xiang Yang's. Moreover, Xiang Yang had wanted to kill at the time, not spar and discuss martial arts, so he had gained little from it.
Just as Xiang Yang found a place for Secluded Cultivation and began digesting the gains from this encounter, two formidable figures capable of stirring the winds and clouds arrived at the Ku Hai lineage's temporary stronghold in Fu'an County City, Kanzhou.
Inside a dark hall, bean-sized flames burned from grooves in the surrounding bronze walls. A round table gleamed like a mirror at the center, with three unfathomably powerful masters seated around it.
One of them was Shi Fayuan, the Ku Hai lineage's sect master and a Celestial Being master. His red hair blazed like fire as it fell loosely over his shoulders. His face shifted constantly, unkempt and unadorned, yet every one of those faces was filled with icy killing intent.
Like a winter gale that stabbed the skin, or withered yellow leaves falling beneath the blazing autumn sun—bleak and desolate.
Those capable of sitting as equals with a titan like Shi Fayuan were naturally no simple figures.
One was a bald, hulking man clad in bright silver armor, his muscles bulging like granite. He resembled a savage beast from the primeval wilderness. A black dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, had been tattooed across his scalp. His aura was deep and profound, carrying a towering majesty that proclaimed himself supreme