The next moment, the sedan's curtain was suddenly flung open.
Then everyone saw an elderly man with an incomparably pale, clean-shaven face slowly emerge. His face was covered in wrinkles, yet he wore red makeup... making the words "old eunuch" spring uncontrollably to mind.
Following him out of the sedan was a young man.
His attire seemed cast from the very same mold as the old man's, instantly making everyone think of the words "little eunuch."
After stepping down from the sedan, the pale-faced old man narrowed his eyes and looked around. Then his gaze abruptly fixed on Chang E, who still radiated the aura of the Emperor Martial Stage, and he said softly, "You, come here!"
His voice carried a strange, seductive charm, yet it was domineering and brooked no doubt, raising goosebumps all over everyone's bodies.
Though Chang E was terrified, he still said in a low voice, "State your name first, otherwise—"
Before he could finish, the pale-faced old man gave an eerie smile. He suddenly extended his pale hand and lashed it through the air... Slap!
A heavy impact suddenly rang out on Chang E's face. The true energy of the first realm of the Emperor Martial Stage that had condensed around him was viciously scattered in an instant, bursting into fragments.
At last, Chang E let out a scream and was sent flying sideways.
"Mountain Lord!"
The people of Wrath Mountain cried out in alarm and hurriedly rushed over. They saw that after landing, Chang E's true energy was in complete disarray, blood spraying wildly from his mouth. The palm print on his face was still clearly visible, and he looked utterly miserable.
A chilling cold seeped through every member of Wrath Mountain. Their Mountain Lord was an Emperor Martial Stage expert.
Though he was