Ling Shaoyi shot Shen Lang a venomous glare, then waved his arm wide. "Charge this way! Tian Mou's here to back us up!"
The group ignored Shen Lang completely, surging forward in a chaotic rush and carving a path through the opening.
A little surprised, Shen Lang turned his head and his gaze locked with the man on the distant hillside.
The man was rugged and wild, with sharp, chiseled features. His long hair stood up like needles, his build was powerful and solid, and his gaze was cold and murderous.
He stood on the hillside, a blood-red Great Sword slung over his shoulder. His presence was as imposing as a mountain, solemn and deadly.
'I can't believe I ran into someone cultivating the Heartless Divine Scripture in a place like this...'
Shen Lang exchanged a single glance with the man named Tian Mou and immediately identified the cultivation technique he practiced: the legendary Heartless Divine Scripture.
