This scene shook Lu Yin. He hadn't seen wrong: Da Huang had died without even using his Sequence Rule.
Who?
"Bai Mu?" Wang Fan cried out.
Wang Fan had barely made a move. His strength wasn't particularly impressive among the group, but he couldn't help speaking up now.
Lu Yin looked into the distance. The one who had struck was a young man drinking from an enormous wine gourd. He looked young, but his age was beyond reckoning.
Bai Mu. Lu Yin knew the name. It was inextricably linked to the Kai Tian Battle Skill—and to one person.
The Cold Immortal Sect's ancestor, Bai Mu.
The Cold Immortal Sect had already existed in the Heavenly Sect Era. It was a powerful sect second only to the Lu family, and Bai Mu was the ancestor who had founded it. He was from the same era as Wang Miaomiao, the Wang Xu God.
Lu Yin had only learned of this figure after defeating the Cold Immortal Sect.
He never would have expected someone from such an ancient era to still be alive—and in Primordial City, no less.
No wonder he knew the Kai Tian Battle Skill. One strike had split the heavens and cut Da Huang down.
Bai Mu, still holding his wine gourd, looked at Wang Fan. "You recognize me? From the Fifth Continent? Then you must be a traitor."
Wang Fan's face turned deathly pale. He hadn't expected Bai Mu to still be alive. Who could have imagined it? Shouldn't Bai Mu have died in the wars of the Heavenly Sect Era? That was what the Cold Immortal Sect's records said.
Damn it. One after another, they'd pretended to be dead and come to Primordial City.
The Eternal Clan had done everything it could to seal off the route to