Old Chen stuck his black longsword in the frozen ground. His aura mirrored the coldness of the silver mask he wore, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor.0

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The two Grandmasters approached with slow steps. An invisible wind swept up the rocks, causing them to spin in mid-air before inexplicable forces shattered them. Ordinary people would not even be able to get close to them without being torn apart by the invisible force!0

“Do you both want to fight me individually or together?" Old Chen asked calmly. He remained unfazed even when facing two Grandmasters.0

The middle-aged man named Mo Hai, dressed in pristine white, remained untouched by the swirling dust and flying gravel. Despite the wind, his clothes remained perfectly still. A radiant white light began to emanate from his body, enhancing his sacred and unapproachable presence, evoking a sense of reverence.0

It was not an illusion. Many people nearby were creeped out, as they wondered if the man could manipulate the emotions of others. They were baffled by their own inexplicable desire to get closer to the man, some even finding themselves compelled to kneel in reverence. 0

“A Devil?!” someone whispered in a low voice. Both practitioners of the Old Arts...0