Blood follows every wrath of the Devil, as everyone knew.

Chu Xun's threat was enough to drain the color from the faces of the warriors who heard him.

Yet right at that very moment, a figure appeared out of nowhere like a wraith.

Another ancient man like Mu Tian; wearing a gentle smile, clad in white Chinese robes that one might mistake him as a sage or a deity.

With one look, Chu Xun immediately knew how good his cultivation was – he was ...