“Is the withered wood that terrifying?” Lu Yun’s soul projected a replica into his consciousness so he could quietly regard the trespasser.

The interloper was a middle-aged man dressed in purple robes and purple qi curling around him. Immensely dignified, he carried himself with an impressive bearing. It was very apparent that though he was dead, his tremendous soul force far eclipsed Lu Yun’s.

He was a supplemental grandmaster who’d reached the peak of the fourth realm. If he’d been in his prime, just his soul force alone would’ve crushed Lu Yun to death.

But currently, a powerful grandmaster who should’ve been coolly composed, unconcerned with anything, was pale and shaking. He ricocheted...