As Chu Jinghong and the others approached from the opposite side, Chu Xisheng was also looking them over and passing judgment.
"Twenty-fourth on the Heavenly Ranking, 'Punch Shakes Six Directions' Chu Jinghong; and fifty-ninth, 'Falling Flowers and Flowing Water' Yan Long. Twelve others on the Earthly Ranking. These people really have racked their brains to take my life-"
Chu Xisheng suddenly murmured, "Hmm?" Looking at someone in the opposing group, he showed a trace of puzzlement. "Who's that? Does anyone recognize him?"
The man he was watching was exceptionally tall, a full foot taller than Tie Kuangren in his Iron Futu battle armor. He was bald, with large ears and a square face, but there was nothing remarkable about his features.
Yet he walked in the very center of the opposing group. His true essence and vital blood were extraordinarily powerful, faintly marking him as the foremost among them.
The problem was that Chu Xisheng had no intelligence whatsoever about this man.
The bald man's aura was also exceptionally overbearing and forceful, fierce and unyielding.
As the two sides drew closer, he actually began contending with Changsun Ruolan's sword intent across the distance.
As the strongest members of their respective groups, the two had naturally matched up against each other.
Their divine senses and martial intents collided thunderously, like heavenly lightning meeting earthly fire.
Their Heavenly Rules and Dao Laws also clashed fiercely, tearing at the surrounding void.
One person's Martial Dao originated from the Ice God, the Black Emperor, while the other's might have been inherited from the Fire God, Yanrong—two exact extremes.
Their levels of Heavenly Order and martial intent were also very close, dividing the middle section of the cavern into two worlds.
One side was as cold as an ice cavern, a prison of death; the