The man wore a pale blue robe, his youthful face bearing the ethereal dignity of an immortal.
The newcomer was none other than Sun Wenyuan, one of the Great Zhao Dynasty's Nascent Soul Stage titans.
In his hand, he held a long black hammer.
The black hammer was a full three feet long, countless array patterns flowing across its surface. It radiated a tremendous aura that made its extraordinary quality obvious at a glance.
The instant he appeared, Sun Wenyuan swept an expressionless gaze over everyone present.
That single glance sent every cultivator's heart racing wildly.
Among the mountains, countless Qi Refining stage and Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, and even weaker Golden Core stage cultivators, collapsed to the ground as their legs gave way.
It seemed that a single thought from him would be enough to annihilate them all.
Golden Core and Nascent Soul-only one realm apart, yet separated like heaven and earth.
At the same time, a luxurious flying vessel sped over from the Phantom Star Sect's outer sect. Standing at the head of its deck was Zhao Mingyuan, the Dragon Lord of the Great Zhao Dynasty.
A smile curled at Zhao Mingyuan's lips, and he could barely contain the delight on his face.
His triumphant gaze was like a pair of sharp swords aimed straight at Xi Longxuan and the others on the mountaintop.
With the inner sect's Mountain-Protecting Array shattered, the once-arrogant Phantom Star Sect was now a prize within easy reach.
"Sect Master Xi, we finally meet again!"
"Well? Watching your own sect be destroyed while you're powerless to stop it must feel terrible!"
Hearing that deep, hearty voice, Xi Longxuan endured his injuries and forced himself to rally, his eyes burning with hatred as he stared at Zhao Mingyuan in the distance.
"The victor becomes