Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Such a terrifying aura sent the hidden experts of Bright Dragon Stronghold flashing out one after another.
Their eyes widened as they stared at the terrifying black clouds that had appeared out of nowhere.
"What is this aura? It's terrifying!" one reclusive expert said tremblingly. The aura of the Emperor Martial Stage unconsciously rose from his body, yet beneath those dreadful black clouds, it seemed so tiny it was nearly invisible.
Bang, bang, bang...
More and more people rushed out of their houses and looked toward the sky.
At last, an aged voice said shakily, "This seems to be... the aura of a Saint Martial Stage expert?"
As soon as those words fell, the experts of the Bright Dragon Mountain Range all turned toward the source of that aged voice. It belonged to a reclusive old man.
"Senior, surely you're joking? How could the aura of the Saint Martial Stage appear in Bright Dragon Stronghold?"
There were simply far too few Saint Martial Stage experts across the Central Plains.
The battle between Thousand King and Heavenly Tyrant might have seen quite a few Saint Martial experts slaughtering one another madly.
But that had been the most terrifying war in the world. Even so, the Saint Martial Stage experts on both sides combined numbered fewer than twenty, and that even included Saint Martial demonic beasts. Some had only recently broken through, barely stepping into the Saint Martial Stage.
For a Saint Martial Stage expert to suddenly show up in a tiny place like Bright Dragon Stronghold—if that was not a joke, what was?
Yet after observing for a moment, the reclusive old man trembled again. "I am a peak Emperor Martial expert. How could I possibly sense it wrongly? If they are not Saint Martial experts, how could