"My name is Golden Mask..."
The Nascent Soul Early Stage True Lords behind the Prince of the South, along with the few middle-stage True Lords, looked somewhat stunned.
Golden Mask? What Golden Mask?
Was there a Grand Cultivator by that name in the Eastern Wilderness?
But cold sweat poured from the Prince of the South as immense terror surged through his heart.
Golden Mask?
In the Human Realm of the present day...
Among all the Grand Cultivators, including the nascent soul late-stage Grand Cultivators of the foremost powers...
Who dared call themselves Golden Mask, other than Golden-Mask True Lord-the man who had turned the Central Province upside down and hung over every Grand Cultivator's head?
The Prince of the South felt even his divine soul trembling. Though he had only heard of Golden-Mask True Lord's strength and reputation, they still filled him with dread.
Since the Near Ancient Era-no, even in the Primordial Era-Golden-Mask True Lord would have stood in a class of his own. His body, divine soul, and magic power had all broken through the limits of the Nascent Soul Realm.
"So it's... Golden... Senior Golden Mask..." The Prince of the South felt his voice turn hoarse, beyond his control. As a True Lord, how long had it been since he had last felt this way?
The last time seemed to have been back in the Foundation Establishment Realm, when he had met a certain True Lord of the immortal dynasty. Even without that True Lord releasing any spiritual pressure, the Prince of the South had barely been able to breathe.
This time was much the same. Golden-Mask True Lord had not appeared before him; Blood Roc had merely mentioned him and conveyed his command.
Yet the Prince of the South felt even the circulation of his magic