All eyes around were drawn to the young man approaching from afar.
For some unknown reason, a mysterious fog arose within the formation, and a youth dressed in a windbreaker walked toward them step by step through the fog.
The youth's eyes were cold as winter stars, with defiant, soaring sword eyebrows, thin, lightly pursed lips, a sharp-defined profile, and a tall, slender but not burly figure. He seemed like an eagle in the night, proudly solitary yet imposingly forceful, exuding a dominance that looked down upon the world.
His pace was slow, each step carrying an elusive aura that was inscrutable.
Lei Hun watched the scene before him unwittingly clenching his fists tightly, feeling ashamed and desperate to be brought to such a state by a mundane cultivator from the True Path Realm. If he could not overcome this challenge today, his life would have reached its end!
