"Discussed, Passive Value +2."
"Worried about, Passive Value +3."
"Watched, Passive Value +782."
Xu Xiaoshou followed behind the three Saint Slave big shots out of the spatial rift and was nearly scared pissless by the sudden numbers.
"782?"
At the same time, more than seven hundred people were watching him? Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had not seen such a number for "Watched" in a long time.
In the past, numbers like this only appeared during arena matches, or amid the surging crowds on the eve of Eight Palaces Town's opening.
But now...
Sweeping out with Perception at full force, Xu Xiaoshou could instantly tell that there were only sixty or seventy White Robes blocking the way ahead.
So where were the remaining seven hundred pairs of eyes hiding?
For a moment, Xu Xiaoshou's scalp went numb.
"Well, this is quite the lineup!"
Cen Qiaofu leaped out of the spatial rift, stood tall in midair, drew the little axe tucked at his waist, and casually loosened his belt.
As his figure straightened, even the rain in the sky seemed to have been held up entirely.
His surging aura climbed steadily, and the aura of his Cutting Path realm began to transform step by step, inching toward that terrifying realm.
"So it really is a higher void..."
Gou Wuyue murmured soundlessly. His gaze shifted away from the masked man unconscious on Cen Qiaofu's back and landed on the young man behind the two of them.
Square face, full beard, long hair...
No matter how he looked at him, he did not resemble the person in the firsthand intelligence Yu Lingdi had sent over.
And Shouye's words from earlier rang in his ears once more.
"Of every ten things Xu Xiaoshou says, it is enough if nine and a half are true.