At those words, Xiao Yan's gaze immediately settled on the man in the center.
The man was rather tall and imposing. He appeared to be only forty or fifty, yet a wisp of silvery-white beard hung from his chin, and he wore a set of silver robes.
Lightning patterns covered the silver robes. From a distance, they seemed alive, flowing ceaselessly, with faint traces of thunderous might emanating from them.
His aura seemed quite ordinary, but with his exceptional spiritual perception, Xiao Yan distinctly sensed danger from the man-far greater danger than he had felt from the likes of Jin Shi and Jin Gu.
So this is the master of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, Thunder Venerable? He really is powerful!
Xiao Yan murmured inwardly. Aside from his father, Xiao Zhan, this was probably his first time seeing a true Dou Zun expert.
Although Yao Lao was also a Dou Zun expert, and a powerful one at that-stronger than Thunder Venerable-he was now only a remnant soul, and his strength had fallen far short of that level.
Whoosh!
As Xiao Yan marveled inwardly, a piercing rush of wind suddenly rang out over Thunder Mountain. Everyone looked on in astonishment as an enormous sword, a full hundred feet long, tore through the sky and hurtled toward them, appearing above the square in a flash.
"Haha, Sword Venerable, you're the quickest to arrive this time."
At the sight of the enormous sword overhead, the silver-robed Thunder Venerable rose to his feet, his laughter rolling across Thunder Mountain like thunder.
The enormous sword quivered, then shattered into countless motes of light, and its passengers landed in the seating area.
There were two figures, one old and one young. The younger man had an extraordinary bearing and eyes as sharp as a sword drawn