"Were you looking for me?"
It felt as though a giant mountain hung overhead, pressing down so heavily that no one could raise their head.
Only a few Blood-Qi Martial Masters forcibly circulated the blood qi within their bodies, shaking off the pressure by sheer force and barely managing to muster a thread of resistance.
They exchanged glances, each noticing the surprise in the other's eyes.
Amid their confusion, they followed the voice and raised their gazes.
They saw that high in the sky,
a man stood firmly in the void with nothing beneath his feet. The blazing sun hung behind him, casting endless rays that illuminated the mist-like Spiritual Energy around him in a riot of colors.
He was like a god descended from the heavens, his might covering the eight wastes!
The crowd was first horrified, then a trace of weak fear welled up in their hearts, and they unconsciously shifted their feet back a few inches.
The man's head swayed, blocking out all the sunlight.
In an instant,
a ghost mask and golden pupils entered their field of vision.
The Zero Martial Arts Company's martial artists staggered back several steps. In shock and bewilderment, they stammered:
"G-Ghost Face Martial Artist!?"
The others revealed fearful expressions when they heard that name.
What kind of person was the Ghost Face Martial Artist?
He was notorious throughout the various Satellite Cities of Jinling City, specializing in murder and plunder.
Anyone he set his sights on would surely die if they lacked sufficient strength.
Moreover, his methods were strange and unfathomable.
He killed without form or sound. Only now did they finally realize it.
Why had that group of modified humans died without warning just now?
With the Ghost Face Martial Artist's appearance, everything made sense.
His strength was unknown, yet