"A King!"
"An unfamiliar face. Is this a reclusive powerhouse from our Nine Provinces?"
"So powerful. Even an ordinary King would have to go to some trouble to kill so many Half-Kings!"
"This one made it look far too easy. With every step he took, the Dragon-Trapping River seemed to come alive, becoming his soldiers and slaughtering everything..."
Everyone was shaken by Jiang Chen's methods: his gaze that disregarded all living beings, his hands clasped behind his back, his unceasing steps, death for whoever blocked his path, and his domineering air of absolute supremacy.
All of it made one thing clear.
This was an exceptionally powerful expert with a cold, unyielding heart!
The Shangqing Sect disciples, Martial Sect disciples, and Netherworld experts all wore expressions of reverence.
Yet some among them had very strange expressions. They were more shocked than anyone else; their jaws practically dropped.
They were Jiang Hongyu, Zhao Daniu, and the other young disciples who had participated in the battle at Qishan Village.
When they saw that man riding towering waves beneath the dark firmament, his indifferent eyes sweeping over the mortal world like a god's...
They simply could not connect him with the man who had dragged them into showing off their Ancestral Treasures at a female ghost's grave halfway up the mountain in Qishan Village, then bared his spear to the wind beside the Qishui and recited poetry with carefree flair.
"Is it really him?"
"He probably just looks like him. But that hammer looks pretty similar too..."
"This, this, this..."
They were beside themselves, burning with curiosity yet not daring to ask.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "A gentleman keeps his instrument hidden upon his person and awaits his moment. When he moves, a hidden dragon emerges from the abyss, stirring heaven and sun until dawn