The sword-bearing ape was dressed in plain cloth robes. He was big-boned, with a furry face and protruding jaw. He carried a sword case on his back.0

He stood a little over ten feet tall, and his eyes flashed like cold lightning. His entire body emanated imposing currents of sword qi, as if he were an unparalleled god of the sword.0

He stood at the entrance to the Abyss of Dark Fog and gazed into the outside world, an undisguisable hint of longing on his face. He’d been trapped in the Abyss of Dark Fog for far, far too long, so long that he didn’t even know what year it was.0

Hm? 0

Outside of the Abyss of Dark Fog, several Immortal Kings suddenly sensed something. All of them gazed through the entrance and saw the sword-bearing ape’s indistinct figure shrouded in fog.0

Their hearts shook, and chills coursed down their spines as their instincts screamed of an impending crisis.0

Especially when they met the ape’s cold, flashing eyes. Despite the distance, his gaze picked at the Immortal Kings’ souls.0

All of them looked stricken. Who is that? How could he be so terrifying?0

The woman in the plain dress, Gong Yuxun,...0