The blue-clad Big Beard was none other than Zhou Hu, one of Meng Zhao's four most trusted aides.
Of the four, he had followed Meng Zhao for the shortest time, had the lowest looks, and was the oldest. Yet he was still blessed with a Star Body. Now, supplied without limit by Meng Zhao's resources, he had stepped into the Innate Realm, his vitality rekindled and his potential still boundless.
At that moment, beneath the dark night and moonlight, his rough face, steeped in violent air, revealed an eerie smile.
It was almost no less terrifying than Sadako crawling out of a television, enough to scare the wits out of any timid person.
Wang Xu had initially been delighted, thinking the man had come to receive them. But the instant he saw the strange smile and sensed the inexplicable aura of Big Beard Zhou Hu, his heart stirred. His steps abruptly halted, his eyes filled with vigilance as he swept his gaze around with the corner of his eye.
At this point, the other Jingshan Bandits also sensed that something was wrong. Shocked and furious, they did not raise a clamor, merely standing behind Wang Xu with killing intent on their faces as they stared at Zhou Hu.
"Jingshan Bandits' leader, Wang Xu. Are these all your men?"
After that eerie grin, Zhou Hu jabbed the weighty steel spear in his hand against the ice-frozen ground, producing a series of dull thuds that rang clearly through the silent winter night.
The more Wang Xu looked, the more he felt something was amiss. This Big Beard was wrong. His attitude was wrong, and the surroundings were wrong too.
Still, he clung to a sliver of hope. He gave a soft cough, stepped forward slowly, and said,
"Everyone is here. When do