As the plane door opened, a figure slowly appeared before the group of blond, blue-eyed cultivators from America. He had standard Eastern features, handsome and refined, with sharp eyes that made people afraid to meet his gaze. His black hair was especially conspicuous.
A horizontal blade hung at his waist, emanating a terrifying pressure.
In an instant, everyone present felt a dreadful force bearing down on them, making their entire bodies tremble.
Xia Kingdom's Undertaker.
Yang God Lord.
One of the few First Sequence Throne wielders in the world!
It was said that the Yang God Lord's Throne had been directly drawn down from beyond the heavens by his overwhelmingly powerful Yang Attribute. Other Thrones fell upon the earth, drawing countless powerhouses who flocked to them in hopes of mastering a Throne and becoming a Lord.
But this Undertaker was different.
He had used his own powerful and pure Yang Attribute to draw the Throne directly from beyond the heavens!
The Throne had come for him alone.
There had been no second choice!
This was precisely what set the Yang God Lord apart from other Lords.
It was something no other Lord could replicate.
Thus, although they were cultivators from America and should not have shown such expressions, they could not conceal the burning passion and fervor in their eyes.
Fang Yi stepped down and glanced at the empty airport, revealing a hint of puzzlement.
"Hello, esteemed Yang God Lord. To show our respect for you, we have cleared this entire airport. During this time, only your aircraft is permitted to land here."
"You may rest assured. The other two Lords have landed at different airports and will not offend you."
Fang Yi nodded slightly, his eyes as deep as an abyss.
Chilling to the bone.
Yet at that moment,