Who was this old man...?
After returning from the Dreamlike Battlefield, Luo Zheng's strength had certainly improved, but he distinctly felt that something around him had changed.
It seemed he had been kept completely in the dark.
Xun's expression explained everything. She seemed to have anticipated it long ago, yet refused to say anything.
The old man walked around Chen Huang Yi Sword's corpse, treading through the air.
Luo Zheng could not sense any particularly formidable aura from him, but the old man's bearing was extremely unusual. It seemed to possess a very special affinity.
After slowly walking up to Bi Feiyu, the old man gently reached out, and the broken sword fell into his hand. "Catch it..."
With that, he threw the broken sword toward Luo Zheng.
"How am I supposed to catch it?" Luo Zheng raised both hands with difficulty. His hands had already turned into a pair of skeletal hands. His endurance was astonishing; anyone else would have long since passed out from the pain.
Luo Zheng had even endured the torment of Chaos Energy. This little pain was not enough to make him lose his composure.
"Buzz."
As Luo Zheng's voice faded, the broken sword hung in midair.
The old man examined Luo Zheng's hands and sighed softly. "From the very beginning, you should have found a way to come to my Heavenly Rank Race. Instead, you ran all over the place and brought a whole heap of trouble upon yourself. You certainly know how to cause trouble."
The old man sighed. There was no Divine Sea Realm martial artist in this entire universe who had managed to draw dozens of Heavenly Venerates to himself at once.
Luo Zheng had ascended within the Human Dao Alliance, which was not much of a problem. But his running