Chapter Ninety-Five: Flash of the Blade, Demon’s Trace Revealed
The long-closed doors of the Elite Martial Arts Hall finally swung open, allowing a ray of brilliant sunlight to pour inside. Countless specks of dust danced in the light—a common sight, yet to the young disciples of the Elite Martial Arts Hall, it was vibrant and full of life.
How many days had it been since they dared open the door? These young warriors, bloodied and restrained, were nearly bursting with frustration. In recent days, they hadn’t even dared to wear their hall-branded clothes out on the streets. Wherever they went, people cast strange glances and whispered.
“Are those the Elite Martial Arts Hall disciples? I heard their branch here might shut down soon!”
“Every day, they get challenged at their doorstep. They’re famous, yet not a single one can fight well. How is this hall even nationally known?”
“Heh, how else? Fake fights! Business operations! Dirty backstage deals! All show, no substance!”
Such disdain and mockery might have been tolerable as mere street gossip, but what truly infuriated them were those video bloggers—some paid, some maliciously so—who concocted stories vilifying the Elite Martial Arts Hall, stirring up public anger.
Recently, a particularly famous video blogger, with tens of millions of followers and known for his sharp wit mixed with biting humor, released a satirical video about the hall. Though he never named names, everyone knew exactly whom he meant.
“To reach the status of the Elite Martial Arts Hall, there are three steps,” the video declared.
“Step one: grovel to the big shots! Training? Impossible! Just grovel to the powerful, that’s enough!”
“Step two: buy awards! Like a World Martial Arts Championship title, it must have real weight; otherwise, you can’t fool the fools!”
“Step three: create a super handsome spokesperson! Who cares if he can fight? Handsome is enough! Just say he’s amazing, but no one’s ever seen him fight. Girls see his face and instantly gush like a turned-on faucet.”
“Add enough mystery, and apprentices flock in droves! Money comes pouring in!”
This video, lasting over ten minutes, racked up over a hundred million views online, with countless comments all bashing the Elite Martial Arts Hall.
Especially lately, as the hall publicly unveiled Song Yue’s image in several major cities, many—particularly men—felt instinctively offended by that outrageously handsome face.
This was why voices within the hall criticized Meng Xudong for being too hasty. Many mid- and lower-level managers did not agree with Meng’s aggressive promotion of Song Yue. Their views echoed that of the video blogger: the hall had become too commercialized, appointing a handsome but weak figurehead was a recipe for disaster.
Before they met Song Yue, many at the Anxi branch shared this skepticism.
Only moments ago, they realized just how wrong they had been. They understood how unwise it was to judge by appearances.
In this world, some people were not only handsome—they were truly exceptional.
They had witnessed with their own eyes Song Yue swiftly incapacitate two genius martial artists, leaving them severely injured.
They had seen Song Yue stand calmly in the ring and ask, “Anyone else want to fight?”
The faces of those new martial arts prodigies, who had driven the hall to shut its doors, looked as if they had just swallowed something foul.
No one dared respond.
With no choice, they awkwardly lifted the wounded youth and helped the senior grandmaster retreat in disgrace.
At that moment, the spirited Meng Xudong ordered the doors to be opened.
He watched those defeated challengers leave with a smirk.
But the matter was far from over.
Song Yue turned to Meng Xudong. “Let’s go to the New Power Martial Arts Hall.”
Meng hesitated. “Brother Yue, isn’t this a bit too aggressive?”
Song Yue met his gaze. “Wake up, brother. You don’t really think we can negotiate with them, do you? If we don’t strike now, the brothers here will look down on you!”
“Damn!” Meng’s fighting spirit flared anew.
Indeed, they had suffered so many grievances lately!
Meng had been focused on the bigger picture, hoping to avoid a bitter feud between the halls, somewhat neglecting the feelings of their comrades.
He slapped himself hard—a real slap, loud and clear—and then bowed to the gathered disciples. “I forgot I’m a warrior too! Sorry! Let’s go, brothers! Keep the door open! Oh, and the pretty receptionist, did you hear? Brother Yue said no admissions today.”
The cheerful receptionist pouted, “I want to fight too!”
“You don’t!” Meng rolled his eyes. “Stay here and guard the place. Later, you can fight me!”
With that, they led a group straight toward the New Power Martial Arts Hall, just a street away.
Outside, onlookers were dumbfounded, faces marked with question marks.
What was happening?
Less than twenty minutes since Song Yue effortlessly subdued two agitators, it seemed the Elite Martial Arts Hall had staged a stunning comeback.
First, the new challengers fled in disgrace; now the Elite Martial Arts Hall’s disciples marched out boldly.
Were they going to turn the tables and challenge the New Power Hall?
Could that formidable figure be the handsome spokesperson?
By now, some had recognized Song Yue as the hall’s recently promoted young martial arts prodigy—the spokesperson.
But before, no one took him seriously.
These days, “genius” was a cheap title. Anyone with some skill was called a genius.
Like how charming ladies call every handsome guy “cutie,” and suave gentlemen call every beautiful woman “gorgeous.”
The word “genius” had lost all value.
A young man under twenty, looking so dashing, must be surrounded by girls all day. Where was the time for training?
Genius? More like a natural fool!
Yet, the scene unfolding before them planted a thought so incredible they could hardly believe it:
Could the Elite Martial Arts Hall’s spokesperson really be a martial arts genius?
Otherwise, why had the situation reversed since his arrival?
Excited, the smart ones began tailing him like eager spectators awaiting a juicy scandal.
The Elite Martial Arts Hall was located in a bustling district of Anxi City, just a street apart from the New Power Martial Arts Hall.
The New Power disciples had barely returned when Song Yue led a group directly toward them, hundreds of curious onlookers trailing behind.
Inside the New Power Hall, those who had departed arrogantly but returned defeated were stunned.
They wore expressions full of question marks.
“What happened? How did anyone get hurt? Did the Elite Martial Arts Hall finally resort to foul play?”
A New Power disciple who had just returned said grimly, “They brought out young masters—the one they promote as their spokesperson. He wounded my senior brother and severely injured my junior brother. That person is strong…”
At that moment, the young grandmaster whose arm Song Yue had disabled looked pale and raised his head. Sweat soaked his hair as pain twisted his face.
“Stop talking nonsense! Quickly get help from the strong ones, or we won’t hold them off today…”
As he spoke, Song Yue’s group had already arrived at the New Power Hall’s entrance.
Despite their pride, many Elite Martial Arts Hall disciples hesitated upon seeing the New Power sign. The psychological scars were still fresh.
But Song Yue’s spiritual senses were sharp. Instantly, he detected the hesitation.
Without a word, from several dozen meters away, he swung his fist at the huge golden sign of the New Power Hall.
Previously, the New Power Hall had challenged the Elite Martial Arts Hall for days but never dared to smash their sign.
Song Yue didn’t care.
His goal today was clear: utterly destroy this ambitious rival hall.
Forget about mutual respect or face-saving.
They had spent days trying to ruin the Elite Martial Arts Hall’s reputation.
They wanted to reshuffle the Chinese martial arts circle and establish rules favorable to the New Power Hall.
This was no mere competition.
Cutting off someone’s livelihood was like killing their parents; what the New Power Hall was doing was even more ruthless.
Meng Xudong was never a pure warrior—he overthought and hesitated.
But Song Yue was different.
He was a warrior!
Electric veins crackled through his furious fist as it slammed into the wooden sign, shattering it into pieces.
That strike was like poking a hornet’s nest.
A roar erupted inside. A figure burst out, radiating terrifying blood energy, charging furiously at Song Yue.
Song Yue’s eyes instantly darkened.
This person… emitted demonic energy—exactly like the demonic cultivators from the Li family!
In an instant, Song Yue recalled what Li Bing had told him: “Don’t feel wronged; this matter isn’t limited to Hangzhou City…”
Anger surged uncontrollably.
Regardless of whether this demonic energy bearer was from the Li family or not, he deserved death.
Facing this demonic cultivator, Song Yue unleashed his enhanced physical techniques, dramatically boosting his combat power.
The attacker clearly aimed for a killing blow; against such foes, there was no room for talk.
Though unarmed, Song Yue’s fists struck like cannonballs.
Boom!
A deafening explosion filled the air.
The already shattered New Power Hall sign was obliterated; windows and doors shattered instantly.
Hard floor tiles cracked, forming deep fissures.
The demonic cultivator was blasted back, coughing blood.
Suddenly, a silver-white blade flashed, radiating dazzling light.
Song Yue drew his sword and slashed swiftly, cutting the attacker in two in one fluid motion.
The crowd of onlookers erupted in shock.
Challenging a hall and killing someone were worlds apart.
Even if accidental or intentional deaths occurred during challenges, people could find excuses.
But wielding a blade to kill openly on the street was terrifying.
“My god, he killed someone!”
“That man’s crazy! Call the police!”
“Stop watching, run!”
The spectators panicked like startled animals.
Meng Xudong’s group was also bewildered.
They didn’t understand why Song Yue, having defeated the opponent, suddenly drew his blade to kill.
Then, from inside the New Power Hall came wild roars.
Several figures, unable to control their demonic energy, lunged out.
Their aura was chilling, visible even to ordinary people as a dark, cold presence.
Though the sun shone warmly, many shivered uncontrollably.
Song Yue employed the Eight Desolation Dao Scripture, pushing his physical techniques to the limit, while simultaneously activating the Taiyi Body Refining Scripture.
He chewed a potent medicine herb as if nibbling on a radish, swallowing it quickly.
He had just slain one demonic cultivator with a brilliant sword flash, but another leapt in from the side, knocking him back.
This was intentional.
Protected by overwhelming aura and high-tech armor, Song Yue remained unharmed.
He countered immediately, slashing at another demonic cultivator.
This one was at the peak breakthrough level, exuding terrifying demonic energy.
Countless black clouds poured from his body, entwining toward Song Yue.
Now, the terrified crowd finally saw it clearly.
They realized what it was.
Though news of demonic cultivators running rampant had been suppressed officially, it had spread throughout China.
Seeing such black energy, people immediately associated it with demonic cultivators and understood why Song Yue suddenly killed.
“That’s a demonic cultivator!”
“Beware of the black energy! Get away! Damn, stop filming! Do you want to die?”
Many shouted warnings.
Meng snapped back to reality, ordering disciples to form a protective human wall around the civilians.
But Song Yue fought like a man possessed.
He bore deep hatred against demonic cultivators.
Previously powerless to avenge the Zhao family, he had been forced to hide and train quietly.
Now, with his strength surging, encountering these demonic cultivators in Anxi City ignited a raging fury he couldn’t suppress.
The Li family had cunningly gathered real martial arts experts and concealed many demonic cultivators within this hall.
If not for Song Yue’s arrival, ready to dismantle this ambitious hall, countless innocent Anxi civilians would have perished at the hands of demonic cultivators.
Thunderous energy surged within him; his blood burned fiercely.
Though he consumed medicine rapidly, his usage outpaced replenishment.
Yet he feared nothing.
His fully opened acupuncture points erupted with terrifying power.
His overwhelming spiritual strength allowed him to detect even the smallest enemy movement.
He even read the microexpressions on their faces.
Though the battle seemed perilous, Song Yue controlled everything.
“Kill!”
He roared, brandishing his peerless Dragon-Patterned Immortal-Slaying Sword.
Blade light flashed, thunder roared, stars shimmered; enemies fell.
He rarely used this sword; it had a will of its own and seldom cooperated.
But perhaps sensing his boundless killing intent, it unleashed its full power.
Streams of blade light slashed at the demonic cultivators.
Powerful sword intent locked onto them in advance.
The scene spiraled out of control.
The number of demonic cultivators pouring from the New Power Hall far exceeded Song Yue’s expectations.
In the blink of an eye, he had slain seven or eight, yet more kept emerging.
The gruesome bloodshed drove them into a frenzy; they couldn’t contain the raging demonic energy within.
Roaring madly, they lunged at Song Yue.
Alone, Song Yue was like an iron wall, restraining the demonic cultivators.
Anxi City’s Abnormal Affairs Bureau was soon alerted.
Officers rushed to the scene and immediately joined the fight.
But the sheer number of demonic cultivators overwhelmed them.
By now, Song Yue had killed over a dozen, held back several more, yet still more emerged.
Everyone was bloodthirsty and furious.
Song Yue began to feel weak.
Local officers were injured too.
If not for Song Yue’s relentless frontline presence, some would have fallen.
“Retreat! Call for reinforcements!” he shouted to his unfamiliar comrades.
Finally, local experts arrived and joined the fray.
Competition between halls was business; they could ignore it.
But exterminating demons affected everyone; any righteous cultivator would intervene against demonic cultivators.
With local masters joining, Song Yue’s burden lessened somewhat.
Yet his weakness persisted.
Still, he noticed his decline slowed significantly.
Perhaps from deeper understanding of his physical techniques, or his constant medicine intake—his current condition was far better than when he was in the Tianyue Star Palace.
He faintly sensed the shackles blocking his ascension to Grandmaster loosening.
Was a breakthrough imminent?
Suddenly, some demonic cultivators unleashed powerful dark magic.
Black energy alone was suspicious enough, but casting demonic arts exposed their true identities.
They were desperate; no one expected Song Yue to be so ferocious, slaughtering their comrades.
The blood-soaked scene and overwhelming stench of death had pushed them beyond control.
Initially, some might have escaped quietly, but now the situation was out of hand.
As the terrifying demonic magic spread, dark clouds swiftly blanketed the sky above the district, draining color from the heavens and earth.
These breakthrough-level demonic cultivators’ combined power influenced the celestial phenomena.
Everyone’s suspicions were confirmed: the New Power Martial Arts Hall was a massive den of demonic cultivators—a true demon’s nest!
People fled the busy street in panic.
Even the Elite Martial Arts Hall disciples, though still fearful, dared not leave.
Except for a few reckless bloggers risking their lives filming, the street was nearly deserted.
Supported by special physical techniques, Song Yue’s combat power far exceeded normal limits.
Though many were present, he fought almost alone.
The demonic cultivators seemed fixated on him, attacking wildly.
Their eyes glowed with a thirst for blood.
A warrior like Song Yue was the perfect prey—ideal for blood sacrifices, capable of fueling countless rituals.
They unleashed demonic magic recklessly, waves of black energy attempting to overwhelm him.
Yet, bolstered by spiritual and physical techniques, Song Yue was like a war machine.
He searched relentlessly for an opening.
Finally, he found an angle where all enemies clustered.
He unleashed a terrifying spiritual domain, disabling all electronic devices nearby.
Then, he summoned the Soul-Confusing Bell and the God-Binding Rope.
The rope instantly bound the strongest demonic cultivator, a peak breakthrough-level warrior emitting terrifying energy.
Unlike others, this one was likely a powerful cultivator who had transformed.
He had posed the greatest threat to Song Yue’s side.
After loosening his restraints, Song Yue struck with spiritual power, activating the Soul-Confusing Bell.
A strange sound wave erupted.
Several weaker demonic cultivators immediately shattered.
The rest bled from their orifices, looking soulless.
Song Yue leapt, slashed at the bound cultivator, and beheaded him in a brilliant flash of blade light.
All present were stunned.
A warrior? They had never imagined Song Yue was a martial artist who also cultivated magical arts.
Before they could process this, the group charged, cutting down the demonic cultivators like a hot knife through butter.
Their eyes cold, killing intent boiling, they turned to the ruined New Power Hall.
Inside, the remaining cultivators knelt, stunned.
They never dreamed the so-called “strong warriors” from the Li family were demonic cultivators.
Though newly escaped from a secret realm, they now understood the magnitude of their error.
Innocent? They seemed so.
They had been deceived into believing they were expanding territory, overthrowing the Elite Martial Arts Hall, and reshaping the martial arts world under the New Power Hall’s rule.
Until today, everything had seemed perfect.
As the top-tier hall in China, the Elite Martial Arts Hall’s Anxi branch had been driven to shut down by their attacks.
What prestige! What dominance!
Until the hall’s handsome spokesperson, once mocked and dismissed, arrived.
Everything changed.
They were struck hard.
Yet they were not hopeless.
They still had the Li family backing them—a top cultivation clan capable of summoning formidable experts at will.
Though angry and embarrassed, they were not yet defeated.
“No matter how strong you are, Song Yue, today you’ll still kneel outside the New Power Hall and apologize!”
They never expected their trump card—the Li family agents—were demonic cultivators.
A colossal joke!
Could there be anything more absurd?
A pinnacle family of a race raising demonic cultivators?
They truly were innocent.
But rage allowed no excuses.
The ruined New Power Hall was smashed beyond repair.
Its occupants were ruthlessly attacked.
Song Yue knew they were not demonic cultivators.
Yet he did not stop the furious local experts from attacking them.
He did not believe they were innocent.
Even without demonic cultivators, their actions over recent days deserved this fate.
A group was brutally beaten.
Though strong, they could not withstand the wrath of local cultivators and warriors.
Several were killed outright; the rest fled in disgrace.
The once-glorious New Power Martial Arts Hall was utterly destroyed.
Song Yue felt some regret.
He sensed he was close to breaking through to Grandmaster but ultimately fell short.
The aftermath was left to the locals.
Song Yue and Meng’s group returned to the Elite Martial Arts Hall, hearts aflame with pride.
They felt honored to have participated in a historic event.
Meanwhile, the incident quickly went viral online.
Countless witnesses and reckless bloggers recorded extensive footage.
Though the final moments showing Song Yue’s magical weapon were obscured by the spiritual domain’s interference, earlier footage was enough.
Online headlines exploded:
“Pretty Face or Martial Arts Prodigy? Watch Elite Martial Arts Hall’s Handsome Spokesperson Sweep Demons with a Single Blade!”
“Demonic Traces in Anxi! Martial Arts Genius Unleashes Divine Power! The Handsome Elite Hall Spokesperson Once Mocked for Looks Now Slaughters Foes!”
“Anxi Bloody Murder Case Linked to Elite Hall’s High-Profile Spokesperson?!”
No matter the headline, clicks praised Song Yue overwhelmingly.
Even those who secretly despised his looks had to admit his strength.
Anxi City even issued a brief official statement, confirming this was a battle against demonic cultivators.
The stakes had risen far beyond hall rivalries or martial arts politics.
At this level, anyone sane would commend Song Yue.
Even the video blogger who had mocked them made a special apology video, titled:
“Watch How a Ten-Million-Follower Blogger Slaps Himself in the Face!”
Displayed on the huge screen at the Anxi branch, the video showed the hefty blogger bowing sincerely.
“I admit I judged hastily by appearances.
He’s too handsome!
A man so handsome, yet not effeminate—why?
I thought I was pretty good myself, but seeing that face, my confidence vanished.
I made a mistake all men make—prejudice.
I assumed the Elite Martial Arts Hall promoted Song Yue purely for business.
But friends in Hangzhou, especially at cultivation academies, unanimously praise Song Yue.
He is a true martial arts prodigy!
His actions are not mere hall disputes but demon slaying.
Here, I sincerely apologize to Song Yue and the Elite Martial Arts Hall. Sorry!”
Some young disciples at the Anxi branch were moved to tears.
Meng Xudong stood quietly, expression unreadable, but felt his heart surge.
Without Song Yue, the hall’s reputation would have been ruined.
Challenges were irritating but part of martial arts culture.
Their young generation’s weakness was undeniable.
Without Song Yue’s intervention, the Anxi branch would have closed in days, and the entire hall’s expansion would have collapsed.
The revelation of so many demonic cultivators hidden by the New Power Hall was astonishing—a true demon’s den.
Today’s battle thrust the Elite Martial Arts Hall into the spotlight.
Across China and even globally, people discussed the fight.
Song Yue, as the hall’s universal spokesperson, had made the hall famous.
A blessing in disguise.
My brother Yue is truly a man of great fortune!
Though my World Martial Arts Championship title is somewhat hollow, who dares question my taste now?
At that moment, Song Yue’s phone lit up, displaying a strange but neatly numbered caller ID.
He hung up casually.
The call came again.
He hung up once more.
A third time.
Along with a message: “Answer, I’m Li Bing!”
Li the Good Samaritan?
Song Yue’s gaze darkened, but he answered cheerfully.
“Hello.”
“I’m not well!” Li Bing shouted, voice carrying to others nearby.
Everyone stared in astonishment.
Who dared talk to Brother Yue like that?
Song Yue moved the phone away, waved to reassure others, and strolled to the door.
Li Bing’s furious voice came through: “Song Yue, how could you agree to this?”
Song Yue answered in surprise: “I said, there’s plenty of time ahead!”
Li Bing nearly exploded in rage. “Is that your ‘plenty of time’?”
Song Yue smiled. “I told you I didn’t know the New Power Hall was your Li family’s. Believe me?”
Li Bing was silent, only heavy breathing sounded.
“I’m Elite Martial Arts Hall’s spokesperson, you know?”
Song Yue chuckled. “Our new branch was challenged so badly it dared not open. As the spokesperson, I had to come see for myself, help boost morale. Didn’t expect it was your turf.”
“Fine, even if you didn’t know, why didn’t you stop when you realized they were demonic cultivators?”
“Are you crazy? They came out to kill me. If I didn’t fight back, should I just stand there and die? Besides, are all demonic cultivators from your Li family?”
Song Yue questioned, then smiled: “How about this? You tell me all your Li family’s demonic cultivator hideouts, and I’ll avoid them. Deal?”
Li Bing, usually composed, cursed loudly.
The bloody massacre in Anxi City made him realize all previous efforts were wasted.
Song Yue had no intention of backing down.
That “plenty of time” phrase now felt like a slap to Li Bing’s face.
The mature and reliable Li Bing was utterly outplayed by a kid under twenty.
“Done cursing?” Song Yue asked calmly.
“If you want to curse more, come find me. Face to face is better.”
“Song Yue, it seems you’re going all in. Fine, I admit defeat this time. Remember, your day of reckoning will come!”
Then Li Bing hung up.
Meng Xudong emerged, asking, “What’s wrong? Is it the people behind the New Power Hall causing trouble?”
Song Yue smiled, shaking his head. “Nothing. Don’t worry.”
Some matters were better kept quiet.
Meng said, “If anything happens, we stand together.”
He chuckled bitterly. “Well, my strength is useless anyway…”
He paused, looking at Song Yue. “Brother Yue, do you think I chose the right path?”
Song Yue patted his shoulder. “What? Doubting now? Don’t give up. When you become a top business tycoon in the universe, the big boss, I’ll have someone to lean on!”
Meng’s eyes flickered momentarily with doubt, then returned to normal.
No matter how severe the setback or difficulty, overcoming it made one stronger.
With today’s battle and the hall’s newfound fame, there was much work ahead.
Song Yue intended to leave immediately but accepted the invitation to stay a day, giving a lecture to the young disciples.
Those who remained had good character, and Song Yue was happy to share his experience.
He stayed at the hall until afternoon.
Then his master’s wife called, warning that the Li family was making moves and to stay cautious.
“What about my master?” Song Yue asked anxiously.
“Don’t worry. He’s already refined that thing simply. The main concern is your safety. What happened today may cause the Li family to act early, so be careful!”
After the call, Song Yue pondered the seriousness.
No wonder Li Bing lost his temper.
The Li family hiding so many demonic cultivators in Anxi City’s New Power Hall, once exposed, would anger the public but obscure the deeper truth.
Among the higher-ups, it was impossible to hide.
Would the elders still try to appease the Li family?
If the Li family sensed any disturbance, this could ignite a massive upheaval.
Most likely, they would act prematurely.
In the coming days, China could see rampant demonic cultivator killing sprees.
Many demonic cultivators would also gather toward the Li family.
Realizing this, Song Yue contacted Sun Tong, a high-ranking official at the Abnormal Affairs Bureau.
Sun Tong was overwhelmed but understood the gravity.
He promised to dispatch the strongest agents to hunt demonic cultivators wherever they appeared.
The bureau possessed advanced alien technology for transportation.
That evening, Song Yue went to the bureau headquarters.
Staff initially planned to treat the young noble to a meal.
But once Song Yue revealed the Li family’s demonic cultivator threat, all appetites vanished.
Serious discussions began on how to prevent further disasters.
Song Yue didn’t linger, bidding farewell.
Back at the Anxi branch, he told Meng to stay put for a few days and ordered the disciples not to wander.
To demonic cultivators, cultivators with cultivation and young warriors with strong blood energy were prime “ingredients.”
After giving instructions, Song Yue boarded a flying saucer and headed to Hangzhou City.
Shortly, he arrived home.
A red shadow soared over—it was the long-unseen Red Bird.
Seeing Song Yue, Red Bird flew over. “Little Song, Brother Mu asked me to warn you to be careful. Someone is searching for you in Hangzhou! He’s already come twice while you were gone!”
Song Yue glanced at Red Bird. “Call me Little Song? Have you lost your mind?”
Red Bird flapped away. “Do you have time for that? Brother Mu says the guy’s very powerful!”
Nodding, Song Yue quickly went to the Confucius family’s backyard to meet Old Peony.
Old Peony spoke seriously: “An alien with immense spiritual power, hiding his true appearance, is searching for you. He’s already here in Hangzhou!”
Alien? Immense spiritual power?
Song Yue roughly guessed who it was and felt a headache coming.
Everything was converging.
The Ou family clearly refused to let things rest.
This visitor was likely beyond Song Yue’s current ability to face.
Just as he was about to call his master, the scene before him suddenly shifted.
It was as if he had entered a strange space.
A figure stood before him, appraising him from head to toe.
“You must be Song Yue?”