The blue robe man flipped his palm and put away the golden lamp.
Then he turned to look into the distance. "Mu Jing, do you think the one who summoned all those subordinates with the Ten Thousand Demons Talisman this time was really that... Tyrant?"
When he spoke the title "Tyrant," the blue robe man lowered his voice considerably, and deep apprehension surged in his eyes.
In the Immortal Realm long ago, the existence known as the "Tyrant" had been a legend powerful enough to make even those heaven-reaching overlords tremble in fear!
"According to that man named Shi Zhuo, only the Eternal Night Emperor could carve the Ten Thousand Demons Talisman. Barring any surprises, the one who summoned them this time must be the Eternal Night Emperor."
A calm, indifferent voice rang out, as chilling and intimidating as a razor-sharp blade.
As the voice sounded, a figure silently emerged from thin air.
It was a man dressed in hemp clothes, with a resolute, cold face, broad bones, and an old, dull black wooden sword strapped across his back.
His beard and hair stood like halberds, while his bearing was profound and restrained, possessing the unshakable poise of a mountain.
"The Eternal Night Emperor?"
The blue robe man's gaze flickered as he sneered. "Mu Jing, that Tyrant reincarnated and began cultivating anew who knew how many years ago. How is he still worthy of that title?"
"I'm used to it. Can't change it."
The man in hemp clothes carrying the black wooden sword spoke expressionlessly.
The blue robe man pondered. "Then tell me, now that the Tyrant has returned through reincarnation, just how strong is he?"
"Didn't you learn from that old thing nicknamed Tailor years ago that the present Eternal Night Emperor had only just set foot upon the