"Luo Zhixian?"
When He Jie, the Demonic Sect's Second Elder, saw that figure, his voice visibly wavered.
At the same time, the expressions of the others changed drastically.
Mao Chengyue and Tu Wanjun were even more violently shaken. Who was Luo Zhixian?
They knew all too well!
Peak Master of Wanfa Peak of the Tianbao Supreme Sect was merely one of his most inconspicuous titles.
Although this man had rarely made a move in recent years, no one dared forget the countless corpses that had fallen beneath his spear back then. No one could help but fear him.
"Master!"
Chen Qing's heart stirred when he saw the newcomer.
He had vaguely guessed that the sect might send an expert to meet them, but he had never expected Master Luo to come in person.
Chen Qing wondered whether his master had learned the news and come of his own accord.
When Deng Ziheng saw him, his taut expression finally eased slightly. He let out a long breath, then said nothing more, merely silently regulating his aura.
"It has been years since we parted at Sanqing Mountain. We meet again."
He Jie spoke coldly, his voice like the ice of the Nine Netherworlds.
The battle at Sanqing Mountain remained vivid in his mind. Back then, the Demonic Sect's Azure Dragon Great Protector, Great Snow Mountain's Profound Water Dharma King, along with many others from the Demonic Sect and Great Snow Mountain—a total of seven True Origin Realm experts—had joined forces to surround and kill Luo Zhixian. Yet Luo Zhixian had brazenly slain the Profound Ice Dharma King and departed unhurriedly.
And He Jie had been among those Demonic Sect experts who participated in that siege!
"I let a trash fish like you get away back then."
Luo Zhixian's gaze swept indifferently over