Charles still looked the same.
There was no visible change or difference.
But perhaps it was an illusion: now that he had appeared again, his bearing seemed even gloomier and colder.
Of course, from a certain perspective, Su Ping had actually never met Charles in person at all.
They had only had two real encounters before.
Once, he had appeared by controlling someone else's body through the Super-Rank Skill Death Descends. The other time, he had appeared before Su Ping purely as a projection of his own soul consciousness, using the functions of the Death God Mark and the Bone Throne within the Heavenly Tomb.
This was genuinely the first time he had appeared in his actual body.
He was a man who looked to be in his thirties or forties, with distinctly mixed-race features. He was not handsome, and his body was gaunt, matching everything people imagined about him.
After all, everyone knew that whether Breeding Grandmaster Charles could still be considered human remained a particularly open question.
That bizarre method of lich transformation could greatly extend one's lifespan, but it also left one in an extremely unusual state of existence.
In fact, compared with Charles's previous form, even recovering his facial features now apparently seemed to have been no easy feat.
At this meeting, neither side wasted any words.
What it meant to fight until one side was dead had long since been answered.
It was only out of consideration for the present circumstances and this country's influence that neither side attacked outright.
But there was no doubt that once the two sides squared off, a bloody battle was inevitable.
So, while the vast majority of people rose to pay their respects to the top breeders and ceremony committee members entering together at that moment, Su Ping remained