The Void Channel trembled incessantly, from which emerged a majestic man, as tall as nine feet three inches, like a small mountain.
His clothes, stained with fresh blood, were half-intact and half-torn, revealing muscles that were bulging with veins as strong as steel bars—each one seemingly brimming with boundless power.
As his feet touched the ground, Yao Caidie and the others sensed that the very heavens and earth were shaking. Combined with the overwhelming presence emitted by the man, a soul-shaking trepidation rose uncontrollably in everyone's hearts.
"Hmm, who are you, and where is everyone?"
Six-Fingered Mad Guest's gaze swept across and his expression darkened.
Ever since the disappearance of the three Celestial Masters, there had been several insurrections in the Ming Ancient World. Although they were suppressed, remnants lingered, and some were still stirring unrest, beyond the control of regular people.
