The Evil Heart of White Desire Mountain
At this moment, the void trembled again and Leon slowly walked out of the crack.
"Eh, who is this?"
His appearance immediately attracted the curiosity of many people.
When the Martial Emperor Tomb opened this time, experts from the various Domains had gathered here. Some knew one another from previous encounters, some were rivals with grudges stretching back centuries, while others had never crossed paths before.
Leon belonged to the last group.
To everyone present, he was a complete stranger.
His shoulder-length black hair drifted gently in the chaotic currents. Midnight robes embroidered with thin amethyst patterns fluttered around him, giving him an elegant yet mysterious appearance. His handsome face remained calm, while his deep purple eyes quietly observed everything around him.
Many people narrowed their eyes.
A young cultivator.
Too young.
Yet he had somehow reached this battlefield where pinnacle-realm experts gathered.
