I Am No Hero, Peerless in Broad Vision; I Am a Villain, Arrogant Without Limit!

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Night stretched across the sky, a silver moon hanging high above.

Silvery-white moonlight, thin as gauze, fell over Yang Ming's black robe and red Demon Mask, covering them in a faint fluorescent glow—dreamlike, illusory, both real and unreal.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Yang Ming's strides were not large. He approached as if strolling through a courtyard, the soles of his shoes lightly brushing against the cracked ground, its fractures spread like a spiderweb. The footsteps were quiet, yet they seemed to pound against everyone's hearts.

No one dared underestimate him!

Especially when the young woman who had just fought Tang Hao to a standstill was standing gracefully at Yang Ming's side, clearly following his lead. That only made Yang Ming seem even more extraordinary.

In the eyes of humans born and raised on the Douluo Continent, only the strong could earn another strong person's respect.

Otherwise, no matter how handsome someone was or how glib their tongue, it was all in vain.

Therefore, whether it was Tang Hao or Flender and Zhao Wuji, everyone instinctively tightened the string in their hearts and stood ready.

Gulp!

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened as he watched Yang Ming's every move.

Yang Ming's identity could not be discerned from attire such as his black robe and Demon Mask. But anyone could guess that in this day and age, someone capable of commanding an expert comparable to a Titled Douluo could not possibly be a nobody.

At that moment, Zhao Wuji racked his brains, countless renowned experts surfacing in his mind.

Was he the Grand Consecration of Spirit Hall's Elder Hall?

Or an elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

Or perhaps one of those ancient monsters who had long since gone into seclusion?

Yet no matter who he might be, Zhao Wuji could not