The scene of dozens of Peak Grandmasters surrounding and attacking never appeared. What appeared first were eight figures in black robes.
Xu Yan's expression tightened as he looked at the old man in the lead. His gaze solemn, he said in a low voice, "The Hidden Pavilion Master?!"
Su Lingxiu's face changed drastically. Her eyes reddened as she glared hatefully at the eight figures. These were the people who had killed her grandfather.
They had forced her to hide in the Borderlands.
Yet because of that, she had met her master and begun cultivating the Medicinal Dao!
"It was you people!"
Su Lingxiu spoke through clenched teeth.
The Hidden Pavilion Master's gaze was indifferent, as though devoid of emotion. He looked calmly at Xu Yan and Meng Chong, directly ignoring Li Xuan sitting in the chair.
Li Xuan had revealed no aura or mysterious presence. In the Hidden Pavilion Master's eyes, he was about equal to Kou Ruozhi and Xu Junhe.
An existence no more than an ant.
"Come with me. Otherwise, everyone here will die because of you!"
The Hidden Pavilion Master's voice was cold and indifferent.
"The Hidden Pavilion Master is mysterious and powerful, known as the Old Undying. I happen to want to see just how mysterious and powerful you are!"
Xu Yan gave a cold snort.
He could sense that the Hidden Pavilion Master was extremely powerful, radiating a dangerous aura.
It was a feeling he had never experienced before.
The Hidden Pavilion Master's indifferent gaze swept over. In an instant, his originally murky eyes erupted with a fierce, razor-sharp light.
Boom!
All at once, a vast pressure descended.
This pressure was unlike that of a Peak Grandmaster. It seemed like a kind of "intent," pressing upon one's consciousness and suppressing one's soul.
It made escape