As everyone walked, Braydon Neal suddenly stopped.
He glanced at the black fog nearby and asked, "You were born even earlier than me. Have you ever encountered a madman?"
"I have," a hoarse voice answered from the dark.
"And how are you so certain?" Braydon asked with a faint smile.
"Since ancient times, the only being you and I would both consider a lunatic is that one—he called himself a judge," replied the creature of the night.
"It's him," Braydon nodded.
"He's still alive, so don't provoke him. Even at the height of your first life, you had less than a 30% chance of beating him. But you've honed your martial arts over thousands of years, and this lifetime, you've built your cultivation technique on that foundation. In time, your strength will surpass what it was before, and maybe then you'll have a chance to face him."
The Black Screen Heaven's voice carried a heavy tone.
