The man who appeared before the Blood King, stopping his finger with his own, was like a mountain.
He was not particularly burly, but even through his martial attire, one could feel the terrifying power coursing through his muscles.
He held his head high and stood straight, as though nothing could make him bow, nothing could force him to yield.
He was like a mountain, standing only where he wished to stand.
And now, he stood before the Blood King—still towering and steadfast, immovable.
Even among the Sea Race True Kings, the Blood King was a fearsome powerhouse, notorious for his ruthlessness. He was a terrifying presence who could make even the White Elephant King, lord of his own territory, tremble as he searched for an explanation.
Anyone capable of stopping the Blood King had to be at least a Current Era True Lord.
Who was this man?
What Jiang Wang sensed from him was not the boundless Dao Essence, but vital energy and blood as imposing as a mountain and as vast as the sea.
The same question filled the Blood King's mind.
His blood-red eyes narrowed. "Who are you? You seem different from the other Human Race powerhouses I've met."
The man said, "Just a mere martial man. Wang Ao!"
His voice struck like an iron fist—simple, direct, and forceful.
This man was a Martial Dao powerhouse!
Could he be a powerhouse sent from the Futu Pure Land to reinforce the Ding Wei Region? But Jiang Wang had never heard that the Futu Pure Land had such a powerhouse. In fact, he had never heard of more than a few Martial Dao cultivators anywhere in the Lost Realm!
While Jiang Wang was racking his brains for a clue, a petite figure leaped out of nowhere and landed right