This warehouse was the meeting place for the masters of the various armies, and its security was extremely tight. Moreover, even without guards, the terrifying Spiritual Sense of those present could detect the slightest disturbance in their surroundings.
However, a powerhouse like Zhao Xuanqi, with his formidable Qi and Blood and blazing aura, had walked right up to them and spoken before they had even noticed him.
The masters looked toward Zhao Xuanqi. They saw him approaching step by step at a leisurely pace, but with each step he took, the Qi flow they had locked onto him would fall into disarray, forcing them to sense and lock on to him all over again.
To an ordinary person, he seemed to be walking in a straight line, but in the eyes of these many masters, this was an incomparably bizarre and unpredictable Body Technique.
It confused their Qi, disturbed the magnetic field, and bewildered their Spirit. A subtle question surfaced in everyone's mind.
'Zhao Xuanqi is alone?'
