Who exactly was he?
When had the Green Cloud Sect gained such a powerful figure, someone even he couldn't see through?
As Li Xiaoyu wondered, several streaks of light pierced through the remnants of the energy storm and raced toward them.
They were the Chiefs and elders from the various peaks, rushing over after hearing the news.
At the front was a woman in blue palace robes, her features cool and composed. It was none other than Master Shuiyue, Chief Seat of Small Bamboo Peak.
Behind her were the short, stout Tian Buyi, the refined-looking Shang Zhengliang, and Zeng Shuchang, among others.
They stared at the scene, which looked like the end of the world, their faces full of shock and fury.
"Senior Brother Daoxuan!" Shang Zhengliang roared in grief as he looked at Daoist Daoxuan, who seemed to have gone mad.
"How could you have become like this?!"
Tian Buyi trembled with rage. He pointed at Daoist Daoxuan and cursed.
"You madman! How dare you use the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation! Are you trying to destroy the entire Green Cloud Sect?!"
Yet Daoist Daoxuan gave no response to their questions or curses.
He only stared fixedly at the figure in gray. On his face, consumed by Demonic Obsession, pain and release mingled.
Daoxuan wasn't as shocked as the others.
It was as though he'd known all along that this man had always been there.
"Wan Jianyi." A hoarse murmur escaped Daoist Daoxuan. "You finally came out."
Everyone's gaze fixed on the figure in gray.
Their faces were filled with alarm.
"Senior Brother Wan?" Shang Zhengliang stared at the figure, his voice trembling.
Tian Buyi's eyes widened too, his stout body shaking violently.
They all thought they were seeing things, that the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation had conjured an illusion before their