The Name That Shook the Heart
"Who… are you?"
The question escaped the Green Robed Man almost unconsciously.
The arrogance that had filled his face moments ago was gone.
Only shock remained.
The blood-red sea churned beneath the dark heavens, while black clouds drifted endlessly overhead. Waves crashed against distant cliffs, yet the Green Robed Man barely noticed any of it.
His attention was entirely focused on the woman standing before him.
Her white robes fluttered gently.
The Amethyst Mist Sword gleamed in her hand.
She stood calmly amidst the violent battlefield, as though everything around her was insignificant.
For the first time since entering the Martial Emperor Tomb, the Green Robed Man felt genuine unease.
He had crossed countless miles from the Blue Empire.
Before entering the tomb, he had been full of confidence.
He wanted to display his talents.
He wanted to defeat famous geniuses.
