Entering the inner part of the Ancestral Court, the somber atmosphere became even thicker. Xiao Chen even felt a hint of solemnity and killing intent. As he passed a Pavilion, he saw a warrior in a tattered beast robe leaning on a broken iron sword.
The rusted, patchy Iron sword was covered in dried bloodstains and full of cracks, with several thumb-sized gaps in the middle, making it clear that it had been broken in battle against a powerful opponent.
However, something about this warrior discouraged Xiao Chen from taking him lightly. It wasn't so much his immense strength that demanded respect, but rather the deep-seated fighting will he radiated. Even seated casually on a stone chair, his intense fighting will radiated from deep within his bones.
