As they spoke, the multicolored cloud reached a point about ten miles away. It came no closer, stopping there instead.
The cloud did not disperse. Five-colored light gathered into a dense mass, hiding who knew whom inside. Then an imposing, exceptionally tall man—practically a giant—emerged from the light with a halberd over his shoulder, leading a group of people.
The giant's presence was so fierce that Pan Long's vision blurred as though lightning had flashed in his eyes when he glanced at him. Pan Long hurriedly looked away and spotted a familiar face among the people behind him: Martial Valor Commandant Li Wu.
Li Wu wore full battle dress and carried a bright red spear. His expression was solemn, his face murderous—nothing like the man Pan Long usually saw.
Even when they had fought outside Dingfeng Town, Li Wu had only seemed serious. His bearing then had been entirely different.
Pan Long believed that if he had faced this Li Wu back then, he would have struggled to withstand even one move.
For that matter, even now, he could hardly claim to have much confidence in withstanding a full-force strike from a Great Grandmaster who had attained Unity of Heaven and Man in a fair fight.
...After all, "much confidence" meant counting in increments of ten percent. As for his odds, even one percent would be an optimistic estimate.
That group was, of course, the Heavenly Secret Bureau.
As they approached, the experts of the Hundred Schools of Thought naturally went to meet them with the Mohist School's Juzi at their head.
Back in the Warring States era, the hundred schools had vied for supremacy. Confucianism, Mohism, and Daoism had led the field and were known as the "prominent schools." But Confucianism and Mohism engaged with the world, while Daoism