The middle-aged man surnamed Ma had arrived long ago, but he was a nobody and had shown no great skill, so he had been seated outside the manor.
From morning until noon, he had sat there quietly without saying a word. He looked like an ordinary wanderer of the Martial World, even a little down on his luck, as though he had come for a free meal.
But now, as he drew his saber and approached, killing intent poured from him like a rising tide. Everyone turned to look.
"What murderous intent!"
"Who is he?"
"Never heard of him..."
The guests exchanged glances and whispered among themselves. Beneath that killing intent, which seemed to blot out the sky, not one of them dared speak loudly.
Pan Long frowned and fixed his gaze on the man's saber.
One glance told him the man's aura was mixed and impure, even somewhat scattered. Though he drew Heaven and Earth Essence toward him, he had only just entered the Innate level.
An Innate Master was hardly weak, but for someone newly Innate to seek revenge on old Mr. Liu Heluo was sheer wishful thinking.
Old Mr. Liu sat there with his aura refined into a single current. Even the Heaven and Earth Essence rose and fell with his breathing—a sign that an Innate Master had honed his True Qi to its peak. If age had not weakened his vitality and worn down his meridians until they could no longer withstand a forced breakthrough, he might even have tried to draw all his True Qi inward and break through to the True Person Realm of Return to the Natural State.
One had only just entered the Innate level; the other stood at its peak. The gulf between them was enough to drive a man to