Di Chang looked at Luo Zhixian, his heart sinking.
The gray-robed old man stood there with a wine jar in hand, his grizzled hair drifting faintly in the wind and rain pouring through the broken door.
He looked ordinary, yet the immense Grandmaster pressure surrounding Di Chang had silently dissolved into nothingness.
Anyone who could so easily dispel his pressure had to be a Grandmaster!
And he was following behind Chen Qing...
"Luo Zhixian!?"
As Di Chang the Great Lord recalled something, the dark-red marking on his brow flickered faintly, and every muscle in his body instantly tensed.
His heart shook violently as he immediately matched the man before him with the Wanfa Peak Master of the Tianbao Supreme Sect, the figure who had dominated Yan Kingdom's Spear Dao for decades.
Di Chang's thoughts raced. Who was Luo Zhixian? He was one of the people truly standing at the pinnacle of Yan Kingdom's martial world. Even if Great Lord Di Cang came in person, he would not dare claim certain victory over Luo Zhixian—let alone him.
Granny Jiu and the Golden Court Eight Tribes' experts were all stunned upon hearing this.
Granny Jiu in particular had lurked in Yan Kingdom for decades. Better than anyone, she knew how terrifying that Spear Dao Grandmaster was.
At the thought, cold sweat instantly beaded across her forehead.
"Not talking?"
Luo Zhixian's voice remained calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority.
Before his words had faded, he lightly flicked his sleeve.
The gesture seemed casual, yet it was as though it had stirred the primordial energy of heaven and earth!
In an instant, the inn fell silent as ten thousand horses. Every sound was suppressed by an invisible force.
Then, a vast and explosive aura erupted from Luo Zhixian's body, like a slumbering volcano