Coming-of-Age Ceremony

Xiao Ling followed that sharp gaze, his eyes finally settling on a figure seated cross-legged.

The man's hair was black and white, with jet-black strands like the night intertwined with frost-white tips like snow, giving him an eerie, chilling air.

The aura around him was as bone-piercingly cold as ten-thousand-year black ice. The killing intent accumulated through countless battles had nearly solidified into substance. Even a passing glance from others would send a chill shooting from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads, as though even their breathing might freeze solid.

That killing intent had long fused with the man himself, becoming part of his very bearing, lingering around him like an inborn brand.

Even without deliberately releasing it, his mere seated posture seemed to summon countless dry bones and icy blades around him. Even the surrounding air appeared to have been sliced by that vicious aura, becoming faintly stagnant.

Once he clearly saw the man's distinctive black-and-white hair and killing aura, Xiao Ling immediately knew who he was. This man was Gu Yao, the Asura Commander of the Ancient Clan Black Mist Army.

Back in the Central Plains, Xiao Ling had had some dealings with this Asura Commander.

At the time, Gu Yao's killing aura had only begun to reveal its edge and remained fairly restrained, nothing like it was now.

Clearly, after commanding slaughter within the Black Mist Army for years and surviving countless life-and-death battles, his aura had undergone a complete transformation.

His cultivation had also advanced unimaginably compared to when they first met in the Central Plains. The pressure he kept concealed was countless times more profound than before.

Sensing the Nine-star Dou Zun cultivation hidden beneath that killing aura, a trace of interest crossed Xiao Ling's mind.

*Not bad. To make