The man dressed as a scholar appeared middle-aged. A Grandmaster had fused with heaven and earth, setting himself apart from the surrounding crowd as though they inhabited two different worlds, and thus attracting no attention.
But in Xiang Yuan's eyes, the man's features were cold and severe, his eyes like frigid stars. Even with his aura restrained, making him seem utterly ordinary, he still exuded an imposing majesty that needed no anger to command respect.
Like a firefly in the pitch-black night, he was impossible to ignore.
Moreover, the man was only concealing his aura from ordinary people. Before Xiang Yuan, who stood at the same realm, he had no intention of hiding himself at all.
A head-on confrontation!
Never mind whether he would cry out and collapse at once—Xiang Yuan rather admired that courage. In this Nether Passage Realm circle, where material desires ran rampant and everyone wore three to five layers of false identities, there were truly few Grandmasters as honest and straightforward as this man.
One look told him the man was from the seventies crowd. He did not understand Stellar Palace, nor did he know Tomb-Keeping Sect or Ageless Mountain.
No spiritual insight!
Xiang Yuan nodded inwardly. White light flashed like lightning in his eyes, while yin and yang colors silently spread beneath his feet, separating the surrounding crowd and establishing a spatial restriction that shielded Jiang Yingjun and Xiao Lingyan behind him.
"Who goes there?"
"One who sends the dead to their grave."
The man's tone was immensely arrogant. The instant those four words left his mouth, the entire space abruptly sank. His aura split the heavenly abyss like a sword, and an invisible sword gale raged, making Xiang Yuan's robes flap violently.
Heavenly Sword Pavilion!
No, why was it Heavenly Sword Pavilion again?
Xiang