He was Su Hao?!
Under the gazes of the two men, Su Hao slowly stepped out into the void, a patch of auspicious clouds beneath his feet.
Handsome in appearance and carefree in bearing, he would have ranked among the finest even among the immortals of the Immortal Realm.
Yet any expert or mighty cultivator was usually accompanied by strange phenomena, dharma manifestations, and the like.
Su Hao, however, kept his aura tightly restrained and was exceedingly low-key. Even as he stood in the void, the auspicious cloud beneath him was, by Immortal Realm standards, merely an ordinary spell with nothing remarkable about it.
As Lin Changfeng studied Su Hao, he could not help but employ a secret probing technique. A faint ghostly light swirled in his eyes.
The instant his gaze fell upon Su Hao—
A terrifying sword radiance erupted from within Su Hao's body, pure and razor-sharp, as though it could sever all spying and restraint. Following the eye power of that probing gaze back to its source, it launched a fierce counterattack!
Lin Changfeng's eyes felt as though they had been viciously pierced by invisible needles. He gave a muffled grunt and abruptly shut his eyes.
Faint golden light flickered chaotically beneath his eyelids. It was the backlash from his eye technique being forcibly broken.
"Ah!"
Not far away, Qingyi, who had likewise been secretly probing with a secret art, suffered greatly.
Covering his eyes with both hands, he could not help letting out a wail. A streak of bloody tears ran down his face.
Such an injury was nothing serious; his eyes would soon recover.
However, he would be unable to use that secret art again for some time.
Qingyi's eyes healed in an instant. Wiping away the blood with haste, he said in shock and