Someone had indeed arrived.
Master Dao's men trusted him so much that their faith in him was almost blind. As his closest subordinates, they naturally didn't doubt a single one of his judgments.
By now, they were like startled birds, their hearts in their throats. They were constantly afraid the enemy would come crawling out of some corner.
From the sky, from underground, or even out of thin air. It seemed as if every patch of empty space was full of uncertainty and danger.
Master Dao had said the enemy was coming. So where would they appear this time?
The answer came soon enough. This time, the enemy didn't fly in from the sky, emerge from underground, or inexplicably leap out of thin air.
He simply walked in through the front gate, at an unhurried pace, like a passerby.
But the moment he came through the gate, Master Dao felt his skin tighten. The icy killing intent radiating from the man made even a master of Master Dao's caliber feel deeply uncomfortable.
He had never felt anything like it before. No one at the base had ever exerted such crushing pressure on him—not even Master Xie.
Master Dao raised an eyebrow, signaling his three trusted subordinates to hold back.
The newcomer was, of course, He Jin. He had made up his mind to fight Master Dao head-on, so there was no need for any flashy tricks.
After honing himself in the Western Frontier Military Region, He Jin had gained a deeper understanding of combat. True power didn't come from flashy rituals. The more lethal something was, the simpler it was!
From the moment He Jin appeared, Master Dao's entire body had become as taut and honed as a blade. Every pore, every inch of skin, had entered a state of