"Zhao of the Blood Armor?"
Yuan Bo seemed to recognize this name, and a rare trace of battle intent emerged in his eyes.
At his current realm, among ordinary second metamorphosis and five-realm cultivators, there were few who could make him regard them as equals.
But Zhao the Blood Armor before him was different.
"I didn't expect it to be you."
Yuan Bo's voice was indifferent.
Xu Guang looked at Zhao the Blood Armor. In his Divine Thought perception, the other seemed not to exist at all, or rather, it was as if he was a part detached from the deep sea's shadow.
A wide black cloak covered his entire body, and the fabric seemed to absorb all light, presenting a void deeper than darkness in the seawater.
Only beneath the cloak's shadow were there eyes so calm they were almost indifferent.
Zhao the Blood Armor sensed Xu Guang's gaze and slightly nodded in his direction, as if responding to something.
Xu Guang was taken aback for a moment.
