Old Chen wore an icy Silver Mask. A pitch-black longsword was planted in the frozen earth before him. His bearing was cold, completely unlike his usual self.
The two Great Grandmasters approached at a measured pace. Stones stirred by invisible gale-force energy spun through the air, then were torn apart by some unseen power. The scene was rather terrifying.
Ordinary people could not even get close to them before being shredded by the invisible force field!
"Will you two come one at a time, or together?" Old Chen asked coldly. Even facing two Great Grandmasters, he was still the same.
The middle-aged man in white was named Mo Hai. Even now, his white clothes remained spotless. Though stones floated around him and grit whirled through the air, not even the corner of his robes moved.
Moreover, white light began to spread from his body, making him appear increasingly sacred. In a daze, people felt he was untouchable, someone who had to be looked up to.
It was not an illusion. Quite a few people nearby felt their scalps tingle. Could he affect other people's emotions? Why did they want to draw close, even kneel and worship him?
"A demon?!" someone murmured in judgment. Whether they practiced Old Arts or walked the New Arts path, all of them possessed strong wills. It was impossible for them to "worship a god"!
"Mr. Chen may rest for a while. Later, I will have the honor of witnessing your Old Arts," Mo Hai, the man in white, said gently.
Although some people whispered in horror that he was a demon, they had to admit that his immaculate white-clad appearance truly possessed a clear, ethereal quality, carrying the air of one beyond the mortal world.
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