"Either Xu Zimo simply wasn't from this world of the Heaven Tier Domain, but had come from one of the other Nine Domains."
As for Yan Pingfan himself, he firmly believed—or rather, was more inclined to believe—that Xu Zimo had come from another domain.
After all, as long as one had stayed in the Heaven Tier Domain,
it was impossible to leave behind no trace at all.
He had also investigated the successive ancestors of the True Martial Sacred Sect.
He examined them one by one and discovered that not a single one met the conditions to be Xu Zimo.
Thus, Yan Pingfan believed that Xu Zimo shared the same purpose as him.
Under the night sky, the two faced each other from afar.
A chilly breeze swept past, setting their hair drifting in the wind.
Xu Zimo asked, "Who sent you?"
"You don't need to know my identity," Yan Pingfan snorted coldly.
He said, "I am merely warning you. No matter who you are,
this muddy water is not something you should wade into.
Beware the calamity of assassins."
"What a coincidence. I happen to love licking blood from the blade's edge and walking a tightrope over fire," Xu Zimo replied.
"Are you determined to seek death?" Yan Pingfan asked.
"You truly think you are my match?" Xu Zimo's gaze sharpened.
Powerful strength circled around him.
With a wave of his hand, he reached directly for Yan Pingfan.
Yan Pingfan's expression changed slightly.
The moment Xu Zimo attacked, he instantly sensed that Xu Zimo was only stronger than him, not weaker.
Since when did the True Martial Sacred Sect have such an expert? Yan Pingfan was inwardly shocked.
At the same time, he struck out with a palm.
Their palms collided in the void, then exploded apart.
Only