Light burst through the swirling mists, tearing open the space ahead, and then a figure of a youth appeared in mid-air.
Around him, light converged while dark spiritual energy chaotically surged in the surroundings.
His black robe danced with the mad wind, a wild blade poised on his back as well.
The blade lacked a sheath and was simply wrapped in cloth.
Though he stood there silently, he seemed to possess a unique aura, as if in the entire world, he was the focal point, naturally drawing everyone's gaze upon him.
Looking at the youth, only two words would spring to mind for most people.
"Dominating."
It was a kind of arrogance that demanded, who else if not I? Who in all the world does not know of my presence?
When this man appeared, someone below exclaimed, "Xiang Kunlun."
"No, it's just one of his doppelgangers," someone beside retorted with a shake of their head.
