"You...?"
Xu Zhao's gaze lingered on that young, unfamiliar face for a moment before he demanded in a low voice, "Did the Qian Household send you?"
He was certain he had never seen this man before.
For a Peace City magnate like Xu Zhao, every day meant both cultivating his martial arts and handling matters great and small, inside and out.
The people he paid particular attention to were senior Grandmasters and the Clan Elders of the great clans.
Even Half-Step Grandmasters about to set foot on the Grandmaster Path.
He could not be bothered with them.
Let alone members of the younger generation.
Even if he occasionally heard rumors about some young talent, he would not spend much energy keeping track of them.
Jiang Jingnian paused, then laughed. "Patriarch Xu, you certainly are a busy man of importance. It's no matter if you don't know me. There's only one thing you need to understand..."
"Tonight, you cannot escape your doom."
The words had barely left his lips when he vanished from the spot.
"No!"
Sensing the killing intent emanating from empty space, Xu Zhao's expression changed drastically.
The cold blade at his waist unsheathed itself, ringing out with a clear cry.
Clang!
Xu Zhao flicked his wrist, and his cold blade blazed with golden light. Golden frost rapidly spread across the ground with him at its center.
Wherever the frost passed, rubble and earth froze with a succession of cracking sounds.
Behind Xu Zhao, the phantom of an ancient golden mountain slowly emerged, towering and majestic.
It was none other than the golden virtue momentum, [Metal-suppressing mountain].
The instant that ancient golden mountain phantom appeared, it pressed down across its surroundings.
That crushing momentum forced Jiang Jingnian into view.
His expression solemn, the martial soul [samadhi true fire] swayed