"Senior?"
Dressed in blue brocade, Chen Yi concealed his face behind the Black Iron Mask, leaving only his eyes exposed, as calm as still water.
He glanced sideways at the old man. "You should know who I am."
The terror had yet to leave the black-robed old man's face. He hurriedly said, "I, I-of course I know who you are. Who in all of Shuzhou hasn't heard of your mighty name, 'Dragon Tiger'?"
Before this, he had merely assumed that people in a backwater like Shuzhou had never seen a true god, and that rumors passed from mouth to mouth had grossly exaggerated Dragon Tiger's strength.
Now he understood. It had not been exaggeration, but fact.
Why was that?
Time turned back a quarter of an hour.
Back then, Zhao Yi had not yet approached Yunqing Tower. He had only just left Yanhuaxiang when the black-robed old man discovered his whereabouts.
But before the black-robed old man could investigate further, he suddenly detected a faint presence emerging beside him.
Almost the instant he turned to look, he lost all ability to connect with Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi.
Apart from martial artists who exclusively practiced body-tempering cultivation techniques, all other martial artists, regardless of their cultivation base, needed to connect their techniques with Heaven
and Earth Spirit Qi to unleash their true power.
Otherwise, not even a tenth of their strength would remain.
After discovering that his circulating True Essence could no longer connect with Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi, the black-robed old man understood that he had become a fish on someone else's chopping block. He could only submit to being butchered, with no other recourse.
That was also why he addressed Chen Yi as "Senior."
Such means were no different from facing an Earthly Immortal in person, leaving