He was an exceptionally handsome man.
His tall, imposing figure stood with his hands behind his back atop a solitary peak, the space around him faintly warping because of his presence.
With every rise and fall of his chest, the void around him shifted in rhythm, as though the entire world revolved according to his will.
In the man's hand was a crystal longsword, transparent from hilt to tip.
Its design was ancient to the extreme. Its blade had never been sharpened, and at first glance, it looked like an uncarved stone billet.
Yet anyone could sense the supreme power within that sword, enough to make their hearts tremble.
"The Heavenly Emperor Sword..."
Han Feng stood outside the barrier, his gaze lingering on the crystal longsword for a moment.
His eyes traveled down the blade and settled beside the man's feet.
The sword tip was firmly pinned into a black skull beneath the man's feet.
It was a skull about half a zhang wide, nearly eroded away by time, its surface still glimmering with a strange ink-black sheen.
"Judging by this, I'm afraid he isn't the real owner."
Han Feng muttered quietly.
At that moment, the ancient, unyielding barrier before Han Feng suddenly rippled like water.
As the ripples spread, the formation pattern at the center slowly tore apart, turning into a passage leading into the mausoleum grounds.
The man atop the peak turned his head. His face was gentle as he beckoned to Han Feng outside.
"Is he inviting me in?"
Han Feng raised a brow.
He glanced at the passage, then at the motionless man standing on the solitary peak.
"Can't get out himself, so he wants to trick someone inside as blood food?"
Han Feng had always been bold. Since the real master had shown himself, there