"This really is rather unbelievable," Fan Zhongkun murmured.
He had seen Zhong Tianlang and Xiang Guiqing's conditions. Although they had dropped one realm just as he had, their decline was permanent, and their internal power was draining away irreversibly.
He was different. The Masked Old Man had said that it was thanks to his possession of Inugami that he could draw on its power, together with certain secret arts of the Demon and Ghost Factions, to suppress his realm while still allowing it to recover.
Even so, all of this had been the Masked Old Man's handiwork. Anyone else would surely have been unable to accomplish it.
As for the old man's identity, Fan Zhongkun had originally guessed that he belonged to the Demon Hall. Yet now it seemed that he was also familiar with the cultivation methods of the Demon and Ghost Factions, as well as those of the Evil Dao.
Then there was the saber technique he had taught the senior Saber King-the Blade Emperor's Heavenly Blade Thirteen Forms. Just how many cultivation methods did this old man know?
The thought alone sent a chill down his spine. What a terrifying old fellow. He had no idea whether there was anything the man did not know.
"Just who is that brat to him?" Fan Zhongkun was also full of curiosity about Huang Xiao's identity.
Both he and the Saber King knew very well that when dealing with Huang Xiao, they had to do their utmost to help him. Those were the old man's wishes.
In their eyes, the old man's attitude toward Huang Xiao was entirely different from his attitude toward the two of them.
*Forget it, forget it. In any case, when the final moment comes, I'll still have to risk my life to protect that brat.