"Not one of ours..." The Demon-Suppressing General suddenly laughed. As he laughed, the black snowflakes frozen around him instantly vaporized and vanished. The sword-like vertical mark between his brows suddenly became vivid and three-dimensional, like a drawn sword poised to fly from his forehead and unleash a slaughter. "If this man can survive the Devil Race's pursuit, I'd like to meet him someday."
"He can be considered a talent, but for an Earth Knight to survive a Phantom Knight's pursuit will not be easy!" the man who had emerged from the mist like a reflection said. "Should we..."
Dugu Yi lifted a hand and said blandly, "Life and death are decreed by fate; wealth and honor rest with Heaven. Since he has come to Iron Enclosure Mountain, even for a knight, life and death are as commonplace as breathing. We are here not to discover talent, but to fight the Devil Race. If he truly has the ability, then even hunted by a Phantom Knight, he will surely survive. If he dies, then he was no more than that. Only the living are qualified to be judged. If he dies, he has merely fulfilled the duty of a human knight and has not lived in vain..."
More than two hundred years of battle in the Earth Element Realm had made the old man standing atop the tower view life and death as lightly as still water.
The knight standing behind the old man listened attentively, without the slightest objection. To those around him, every word this old man spoke was absolutely correct—never wrong, and never had been wrong.
"How has Feng Yexiao of the Taiyi Mystical Sect been these past few days?"
"Feng Yexiao has led a group of newly advanced knights from the Taiyi Mystical Sect in guerrilla operations