As those calm words rang out, everyone in the hall abruptly changed expression. They looked up to find someone standing at the entrance, though none knew when he had arrived.
A simple robe fluttered in the wind. With fair skin and handsome, refined features, he looked at first glance like a young gentleman out enjoying a mountain excursion.
Yet Matsuo Tetsushin and the other leaders wore grave expressions.
No matter how deceptive the young man's appearance was, no matter how "frail" he seemed, none of them could muster the slightest contempt for him.
His battle record did not lie.
At the foot of Ancestral Spirit Mountain, he had single-handedly subdued three Greater Celestial Circuit experts and forced an entire army to surrender. Who could face such terrifying strength without their heart pounding in dread?
Matsuo Tetsushin narrowed his eyes slightly. He was both a great noble of Izumo and one of its foremost masters of the blade.
As he looked at the young man before him, dozens of possible sword strikes played out in his mind in an instant.
Then, to his horror, he realized that although the young man stood there casually, without adopting any defensive posture, any attack he launched-no matter its angle or how exquisite its technique-would be like a moth flying into a flame, courting its own destruction.
Flawless!
Those words flashed through Matsuo Tetsushin's mind.
A trace of fear also flickered through Takahashi Naoji's eyes. He glanced unobtrusively at Matsuo Tetsushin, then hardened his expression again and sneered at Hong Yuan. "Mainlander, I hear you're an heir to the True Void Dao. Hmph! The True Void Dao was destroyed by the Mystic Court, while we roused our courage and drove out the Black Army. What gives you the right to swagger before us?"
Hong Yuan