Crimson moonlight spilled down, casting menacing shadows from the houses lining the long street.
Chu Fan, wearing an Evil Ghost Mask, stood silently in the open square.
His entire body was drawn taut like a fully-strung bow, not daring to be the least bit careless.
Ever since cultivating the Vajra Undying Body, he felt he had the means to rival those in the Entering the Realm of Strength.
But he hadn't expected to run into a master who had undergone Mortal Transformation!
Across from him, Duan Tianhong stood clad in black, his hands clasped behind his back.
Even with his face masked by a black cloth, he couldn't hide the frosty arrogance and iron-like coldness in his eyes.
The night wind swept through the long street, carrying the stench of blood to their nostrils.
"Do you know who I am?"
Duan Tianhong spoke, his voice low and surprisingly magnetic. "Do you know what kind of existence you have provoked?"
