Outside the city.
The mountain forest was tranquil, and moonlight flowed like water.
"Who are you?" The Mysterious Grandmaster stood atop a towering canopy, hands clasped behind his back as the night wind lifted his robe, displaying the bearing of a powerhouse.
"Someone who hides his head and shows only his tail has no right to ask my name!" Jiang Ning said.
"Someone who hides his head and shows only his tail?" The Mysterious Grandmaster looked at Jiang Ning before letting out a chuckle. "Aren't you the same?"
Then he continued, "Forget it! Since you refuse to reveal it, I'll capture you first and force the answer out of you!"
As his voice fell.
The air abruptly grew heavy. Jiang Ning could feel that beneath the black cloak, a gaze like a Sharp Sword pierced the void, making the hair on his body stand on end.
The next moment.
The Mysterious Grandmaster moved from the treetop.
As he advanced, he seemed to glide like a ghost. Yet under such circumstances, the cloak atop his head made not the slightest sound.
"Let this old man see what kind of face you're hiding beneath that mask."
His figure surged forward, rapidly closing in on Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning, however, noticed the thin, withered palm reaching out like an eagle's claw.
Not young!
That thought flashed through his mind, and he clenched his hand into a fist.
Perfect. I'll use you to test my fist technique!
He threw a punch.
Five-Colored Radiance—red, black, white, yellow, and azure—spilled from the punch.
Each finger corresponded to one color of radiance.
The five colors merged in his palm.
They seemed to have blended into one, yet also remained clearly distinct, filled with a severe sense of division.
At the same time.
The surrounding world seemed to