One of the Kunlun sect's heavyweights, a middle-aged man, slowly climbed onto the battle platform.
On his face, a sinister expression appeared, unlike that of a human.
His appearance was actually ordinary, even somewhat dull. At first glance, he resembled a mere farmer, but his aura was incredibly terrifying. As soon as he stepped onto the battle platform, an air of disdain for all under heaven emitted from his being, sealing off the vast platform.
On his back, he carried an ancient sword, sheathed, yet the aura of its edge seemed capable of slicing through everything.
"Young man, your strength is quite remarkable, far surpassing that of the so-called top ten ancient martial families of Huaxia. However, opposing us, death is the only other possibility," the middle-aged man said with an indifferent smile, one devoid of any human emotion. "You will never understand how great we are..."
'Heh heh~~ The laughable sense of superiority of the Yin Tribe?'
