"Who was that?"
The moment the Straw Hat old man appeared, sword in hand and soaring through the collapsing heavens and earth with an air of supreme dominance, every Red Robe member's heart clenched.
That withered, gaunt figure, that twilight-of-life demeanor, the signature straw hat, those heavy dark circles beneath his eyes...
Shouye swallowed hard.
The Storyteller's words from moments ago echoed once more in his ears.
"Second Brother, catch the sword!"
So this person...
Lan Ling likewise turned her gaze over. With great difficulty, she nodded in perfect unspoken understanding.
"It was him!"
According to the intelligence from outside.
The Saint Slave's second-in-command who had intercepted the Moonless Sword Immortal in Azure Dragon Commandery—the elder known as Wuxiu—was dressed exactly like the person who had just appeared. "But hadn't the Saint Slave's second-in-command retreated in defeat while wounded?"
"Even the Moonless Sword Immortal was injured after that battle."
"How could Wuxiu have recovered to this state so quickly?"
All the Red Robes were baffled.
Look at that presence!
The man merely stood in midair with a sword in hand, yet the entire battlefield had fallen deathly silent.
Even the Storyteller wore a frozen expression, unable to speak for quite some time.
Under the pressure of that tangible presence, as though it would swallow mountains and rivers whole, even the shattered space around him had its recovery speed suppressed to an extreme crawl.
"Wuxiu didn't flee. Instead, after failing to intercept the Moonless Sword Immortal, he entered the White Cavern space before anyone else?"
"And then waited for the right moment to act?"
At nearly the same instant, every Red Robe arrived at this conclusion.
It was as if dark clouds had descended upon their hearts.
A mere Storyteller, seventh among the Saint Slave, had already tormented everyone here into