In Sword Martial City, shrouded by the Sky Concealing Array, sixty titled Emperor Martials from the Iron Blood Emperor Domain had descended. They stood high above, like divine beings judging mortals.
However, at this moment, their expressions turned to shock as they looked at the figure that suddenly appeared on the street not far away.
It was a young man.
His black robe fluttered in the wind, his posture as upright as a spear, with delicate features and ink-like black hair flowing in the void, standing on the street holding a child.
He didn't exude any aura, yet his eyes were like an abyss, staring unblinkingly at the sixty titled Emperor Martials of the Iron Blood Emperor Domain, unfathomable, impossible to ignore.
"Are you... Sect Leader?"
The child in his arms, with tear marks still on his face, widened his dark eyes, looked up at the young man holding him, involuntarily uttering a timid voice, then filled with excitement.
