"Who's there?"
The sudden voice made Kong Moyu and the other two hearts clench. They quickly turned to look.
At that moment, the space behind them began to distort, and soon a figure materialized.
It was a middle-aged man, not only dressed in the garments of the Kong Heavenly Clan, but also wearing a Kong Heavenly Clan token at his waist.
His cultivation was at the peak of Martial Ancestor.
All three of them — not just Kong Moyu's group, but even Kong Xianglian — recognized this person.
Yet as they looked at him, their eyes were filled with vigilance.
If this man truly were merely at the peak of Martial Ancestor, there was no way he could have kept up with their speed. So they had already determined that the person before them was not the Kong Heavenly Clan member they knew, but most likely an impostor.
"Who exactly are you?" Kong Moyu asked coldly. In his mind, if his clansman had been impersonated, then the real one was most likely already dead.
"Who I am is of no importance." As the mysterious figure spoke, he tore off his clothing and the token at his waist, tossing them far away.
His face had changed as well — though it was now a visage covered in scars, his features were impossible to discern. He was still concealing his identity.
"Then why are you here? Why impersonate a member of my Kong Heavenly Clan?" one of the Kong Heavenly Clan's Supreme Elders demanded.
"Why I am here is also not important. What matters is that I infiltrated your Kong Heavenly Clan many days ago."
"And when you held that secret meeting, I happened to be present."
"So I am already aware that your Kong Heavenly Clan intends to kill Chu Feng based solely on a single prophecy from a divination master."
Whoosh—
The moment those words left his mouth, the ancestral weapon in Kong Moyu's hand swung into motion.
In an instant, sword light flashed, martial power surged, the void shattered, the earth caved in, and the most terrifying force hurtled toward the mysterious figure.
Kong Moyu intended to silence him.
"Hmph."
Yet with a simple sweep of his large sleeve, a long sword appeared in the mysterious man's hand.
At the same time, a powerful radiance swept across the void, forcibly blocking the attack of Kong Moyu — a True Immortal powerhouse.
That long sword was an ancestral weapon.
And more importantly, the fact that he could block Kong Moyu's attack meant he was at least a first-grade True Immortal.
"Trying to silence me? It's no use. Unless you kill every guest here today, this news is destined to spread regardless." The mysterious man let out an eerie laugh.
At this moment, indeed, a large crowd was approaching from the distance. These were the people who had received the mysterious figure's voice transmission and, unaware of the truth, had come to investigate.
"Look — there's a fight over there!"
"It seems something really is happening. That person who sent us the transmission wasn't lying."
"That aura is far too powerful. Surely no mere Martial Ancestor would produce that… could it be a True Immortal?"
"A True Immortal? Wouldn't that be the Supreme Elder of the Kong Heavenly Clan, Kong Xianglian?"
"Even a legendary True Immortal has taken action — what on earth is going on?"
"Young friends Chu Feng and Wang Qiang — I hope they aren't in any danger!"
The commotion caused by the battle between True Immortals was simply too overwhelming. Even from a great distance, it could still be detected by those far away.
Upon witnessing such a fearsome display, a small portion of the onlookers grew fearful and quickly turned to leave. After all, True Immortals were simply too powerful — they feared being caught up in the crossfire and perishing on the spot.