At the entrance of the grand hall, a tall black-clad figure walked in unhurriedly.
The newcomer was dressed in black, his face cold and chiseled as if carved by a knife. In his hand, he held an ancient longsword, its blade stained with blood, dragging a crimson trail on the ground.
What was most shocking was that he showed no trace of spiritual power, yet exuded an unfathomable oppressive aura.
"Who are you?"
Mo Tianxie squinted his eyes, his gaze serpent-like as it scanned the newcomer.
The young man in black raised his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.
"Gu Sheng."
The simple utterance of two words caused the temperature in the hall to plummet abruptly.
"Gu Sheng?"
Mo Tianxie furrowed his brows in thought, then sneered coldly.
"An insignificant nobody dares to intrude upon my Five Poison Sect? Courting death!"
Gu Sheng curled his lips in mockery.
