The hooked-nosed old man and the horse-faced middle-aged man stared at each other.
Guardian Xiang was typically reticent and steady. He had always revered strength, possessed unwavering will, and was a standard ascetic before he embraced the inheritance of Evil Martial. Whether by his character or his physique, Guardian Xiang always imparted a sense of heaviness, stability, and reliability. In a group, this type of person was usually considered a solid pillar of support.
However, now, the constitutionally solid Guardian Xiang was actually trembling. He even spoke words suggesting he was about to die. The two of them could not comprehend what unknown, great terror could make someone like Guardian Xiang suddenly plunge into a breakdown in an instant.
CRACK!
As Guardian Xiang trembled to a certain degree of fear, his physique suddenly swelled. His concealing black robe tore open, and the mask on his face fell off. Very quickly, a shocking body was revealed.
