Without a second thought, Sun Zhu shielded Ning Xuan behind him. Instantly, they were surrounded.
Ignoring Sun Zhu, all eyes focused on Ning Xuan. After a moment, the newcomers looked perplexed. A middle-aged man looked at the elder who was clearly their leader and said, "Could we be mistaken? He's only in the Human Realm! He's nothing but a Contrarian!"
This wasn't an intentional jab at Ning Xuan. The Cloud Summit Heavenly Palace referred to any youth who had not reached the Heavenly Realm by the age of sixteen as a Contrarian.
The elder didn't answer but began muttering an incantation. A wisp of black smoke promptly floated up from Ning Xuan's body.
Someone's eyes narrowed. "The Soul Trace!" he said in a low voice. "It's definitely him!"
The middle-aged man who had spoken first glared with murderous intent. "You little bastard, speak! How did Kong Fusheng die?!"
The Kong Family had tracked them here using the Soul Trace. Ning Xuan answered with his actions.
CRACK!
