The man in blue turned his hand and put away the golden lantern.1

Then, he turned to his distant companion. “Mu Jing, tell me: is the one who used the Ten Thousand Demons Imperial Talisman to summon his subordinates really the famous… Tyrant?”0

His voice quieted as he said the title, and his gaze filled with deep-seated dread.0

A long, long time ago, the Tyrant of the Immortal Realm was a legend. Even all-powerful rulers feared him!0

An indifferent voice rang out, calm, yet as sharp as a knife’s edge. “According to Shi Zhuo, only the Eternal Night Immortal Sovereign can carve Ten Thousand Demons Imperial Talismans. If it’s as I suspect, it was indeed the Eternal Night Immortal Sovereign who summoned them.”1

As this voice rang out, a figure silently appeared in the air.0

A steely-featured man in hemp clothing. He was thick-boned, with a worn-out and dull black wooden sword on his back.0

He had a halberd-shaped mustache, and his presence was steady and reserved. He seemed as immovable as a mountain.1

“The Eternal Night Immortal Sovereign?” The blue-robed man’s eyes flashed, and he said coldly, “Mu Jing, how many years has it been since the Tyrant reincarnated? How...0