Everyone's gaze was drawn to him.
The newcomer wore a purple robe, his temples streaked with gray. His eyes gleamed sharply as he stood high in the sky with his hands behind his back.
The instant he appeared, the space that had been twisting and collapsing, about to grind Guhongzi to dust, calmed and returned to normal.
"Who are you? How dare you meddle in the affairs of the Southern Wasteland?"
Yan Kui looked at the unfamiliar Purple Robe Old Man. Sensing the powerful aura he made no effort to conceal, his expression instantly became incomparably grave.
This was an expert no weaker than himself.
The newcomer chuckled. "Li Family's Zhao Wujiu. Fifth Priest—I have long admired your great name."
Yan Kui's pupils abruptly contracted.
The Li Family?
That Li Family of Yang Province?
And the man before him was the newly advanced non-bloodline Divine Mansion expert of the Li Family from the rumors?
Yan Kui's face immediately turned extremely ugly.
"Balu was killed by someone from your Li Family?"
Zhao Wujiu's expression remained calm as he replied indifferently, "That's right."
Yan Kui clenched his fists. Restraining the urge to tear Zhao Wujiu apart, he demanded sternly, "The Southern Wasteland Ancient Kingdom has no grievances or enmity with your Li Family. Why did someone from your Li Family kill my junior? If you do not give me an explanation today, I, Yan Kui, will never let this rest!"
Hearing this, Zhao Wujiu gave a light laugh. Rather than answering Yan Kui's question, he said disdainfully, "And how exactly do you intend not to let this rest?"
Yan Kui froze.
He stared fixedly at Zhao Wujiu, the flames of fury blazing in his eyes.
Zhao Wujiu's words were naked provocation! They were trampling upon the dignity of the Southern Wasteland's Fifth