Grandmasters Arrive One After Another

What Xu Wuyi did not know was that the disturbance caused by the thousand-meter pillar of fire he had created had already drawn immense attention from the surrounding area.

Military Department Headquarters.

Feng Zhuohua was reviewing a frontline battle report in his office when an indescribable palpitation suddenly surged from the depths of his heart.

The feeling came without warning, yet it was so intense that he had no choice but to set down the document in his hand, raise his head, and look out the window.

Outside lay Xingjing's afternoon sky, bright with sunlight, the clouds thin and the breeze gentle.

Yet beneath that seemingly tranquil canopy, Feng Zhuohua could clearly sense that something was happening.

It was an unfamiliar Grandmaster-level aura.

No, it was more than merely unfamiliar.

Though the aura was not particularly powerful, a certain quality contained within it made even Feng Zhuohua, a veteran powerhouse steeped in the Grandmaster realm for many years, feel a faint shiver in his heart.

That quality was difficult to describe. It was neither the oppression of power nor a difference in realm, but something deeper.

It was as though a corner of an originally orderly world had suddenly been pried loose.

Feng Zhuohua rose to his feet, walked to the window, and cast his gaze toward the direction from which the aura came.

Xingjing's western district, an old residential neighborhood.

He narrowed his eyes. With a slight stir of his thoughts, his perception stretched outward with all its strength.

Then he saw the azure pillar of fire shooting into the heavens.

It rose fifteen hundred meters high, piercing straight into the clouds from that secluded little courtyard. The color of the fire gradually shifted from deep blue at its base to near transparency at its peak, glittering beneath the