Xuanyuan Shuo was a name quite unfamiliar to most of the powerful figures present.
Yet in this moment, shouted from the mouth of that moon-treading man, everyone could guess to whom it belonged.
It could only be the Dragon-Fishing Guest's name.
There were not many people in the world with the compound surname Xuanyuan, but neither were they nonexistent.
As for those named "Xuanyuan Shuo," one could scour the Xuanyuan clan genealogy and find only one among its core lineage. He stood upon the central branch, and those of the side branches dared not share his name.
For no other reason.
The Dragon-Fishing Guest, who alone guarded the End of the World Terrace, fishing for the Dragon Race with a single man and a single rod, was a direct descendant of Youxiong Clan, the second-generation Human Emperor!
The Human Emperor might have been great, but his descendants were not necessarily worthy.
One might even say that among the Human Race today, who was not a descendant of the Human Emperor?
Yet as a direct descendant of the Youxiong Clan, there was no questioning the nobility of Xuanyuan Shuo's bloodline.
But for thousands of years, this name had never spread far and wide.
The world knew only the Dragon-Fishing Guest, not his name, much less that his compound surname was Xuanyuan.
With such a bloodline and such cultivation, yet willing to endure thousands of years of solitude—he was truly peerless!
And this man who had stepped out of the water mirror, who could tread upon the moon to confront such a Dragon-Fishing Guest and even invite him to battle... who was he?
At this moment, the bright moon hung upside down.
In an instant, the countless threads of Dao-law fishing line tangled together, snarled into a chaotic knot. Gao Jie's true