"Who's there?"
The sudden voice made all three of Kong Moyu's group tense up instantly. They whipped their heads around to look.
And right as that happened, the space behind them began to twist and distort. Before long, a figure materialized.
The newcomer was a middle-aged man. He wore the garments of the Kong Heavenly Clan, and at his waist hung a token of the Kong Heavenly Clan.
His cultivation was at the peak of Martial Ancestor.
This was someone not only Kong Moyu and his two companions recognized — even Kong Xianglian knew him.
Yet as they looked at him, their eyes were filled with wariness.
If this person were truly only at the peak of Martial Ancestor, there was no way he could have kept up with their speed. They had already concluded that the man before them was not the Kong Heavenly Clan member they knew, but most likely an imposter.
"Who exactly are you?" Kong Moyu asked in a cold voice. In his mind, if his clansman had been impersonated, then the real one was most likely already dead.
"It doesn't matter who I am." As the mysterious man spoke, he tore off the garments from his body and the token from his waist, tossing them far away.
At that moment, his appearance also changed — though only into a face covered in scars, still unrecognizable. He was still concealing his identity.
"Then why are you here? And why are you impersonating a member of my Kong Heavenly Clan?" one of the Kong Heavenly Clan's Supreme Elders demanded.
"Why I'm here is also unimportant. What matters is that I infiltrated the Kong Heavenly Clan many days ago."
"And when you held that secret meeting, I happened to be present."
"So I already know that your Kong Heavenly Clan intends to kill Chu Feng based solely on a single prophecy from a Divination Grandmaster."
Swish—
The moment those words left his mouth, the Ancestral Armament in Kong Moyu's hand swung into action.
In an instant, sword light flashed, martial energy surged, space crumbled, and the earth collapsed. The most terrifying force was hurtling straight toward the mysterious man.
Kong Moyu… was trying to silence him.
"Hmph."
But with a simple sweep of his sleeve, a long sword appeared in the mysterious man's hand.
At the same time, a powerful radiance swept across the void, forcibly blocking Kong Moyu's attack — an attack from a True Immortal cultivator.
That long sword was an Ancestral Armament.
And most 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 single guest here, this news is bound to spread today," the mysterious man said with an eerie laugh.
And indeed, at a distance from this location, a large crowd was closing in — people who had received the mysterious man's voice transmission, didn't know the full story, but had come to investigate.
"Look, there's a battle over there!"
"So something really did happen. That person who transmitted to us wasn't lying."
"The intensity of that power is incredible. That can't be a Martial Ancestor fighting — could it be… a True Immortal?"
"A True Immortal? Wouldn't that be the Supreme Elder Kong Xianglian of the Kong Heavenly Clan?"
"Even a legendary True Immortal is involved? What on earth is going on?"
"Young friends Chu Feng and Wang Qiang — surely they're not in danger?"
The tremors caused by a True Immortal's battle were far too powerful. Even from a great distance, the people nearby could sense them.
After witnessing that level of power, a small portion of the crowd grew fearful and quickly turned to leave — True Immortals were simply too strong, and they feared being caught up in the crossfire and dying here.
But the majority chose to stay. They all wanted to see what was happening.