Raging waves surged, thunder roiled.
The Hun Tian Waters were turbulent and chaotic, perilous and terrifying.
Yet at this moment, four figures appeared at the edge of those waters.
One was a Middle-Aged Daoist clad in a Wind Fire Daoist Robe, his hair tied in a Daoist topknot. An Eight Trigrams Mirror polished from black tortoise shell was strapped to his back, and he held a whisk in his hand.
One was a Beast Robe Man with unkempt hair and beard. Broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, his skin was bronze, and he stood a full ten feet tall, gripping a white-bone spear.
One was a dignified woman in feather robes. Her features were exquisite and beautiful, while the exposed skin of her body was snowy white and translucent, like congealed fat.
Beneath her feet was a vicious bird resembling a roc, yet bearing a savage ghostly face. Its pair of black wings were like clouds hanging from the heavens, wreathed in dazzling baleful black light.
Before the Middle-Aged Daoist, the Beast Robe Man, and the Feather Robe Woman stood a slender woman in plain robes, wearing a bamboo hat.
A veil hung from the bamboo hat, concealing her face and revealing only a slender, snow-white chin.
The instant Su Yi looked over, a trace of surprise appeared between his brows, and his gaze lingered briefly on the Middle-Aged Daoist.
Almost at the same time, the Middle-Aged Daoist turned his head and looked toward Su Yi from afar.
Whoosh!
A pair of dazzling cross-shaped golden lights emerged in the Daoist's eyes, like intersecting blades and swords tearing through the sky, striking fear into one's soul.
Su Yi remained calm and unruffled.
The intimidating force contained in that gaze was effortlessly neutralized the moment it struck his soul. It was like a breeze brushing