The thunderclap came out of nowhere, ringing in Jiang Yue's ears and shaking his very soul.
The atmosphere on the scene froze. The two sword pellets collided, then bounced back to their respective sides. They spun in place and turned back into two little spheres, their golden glow dimming as their murderous aura faded.
A descendant of my Old Jiang Family!
Those words had been spoken in the speaker's real voice, without the slightest attempt to disguise it. Jiang Yue would have been a fool not to recognize it.
After all, he had spent so many years of his childhood living with his grandfather in Panshi Ridge. In fact, his way of handling things had been shaped more by his grandfather than by his father, Jiang Qiao.
It was no exaggeration to say that his parents' influence on him paled in comparison to the lessons and example his grandfather had given him.
So when the other man spoke and released a trace of a familiar presence, Jiang Yue immediately recognized that familiarity—and the blood-deep resonance between them.
No outsider could ever fake that resonance between their bloodlines. There wasn't the slightest chance it was false.
Without hesitation, Jiang Yue reverted to his true appearance.
The other man performed some unknown trick, turned gracefully, and in an instant transformed into a completely different person: an old man with white hair and beard, yet full of vigor.
This old man was none other than Old Man Jiang Yunhe, who had faked his death ten years ago. He was exactly as Jiang Yue remembered his grandfather, without the slightest difference.
It was as if the passage of ten years had left no trace on his grandfather.
Even in the harsh environment of the Underground World, the old man looked vigorous, with no sign