“This voice, it can’t be…”

Everyone looked around in attempt to search for the speaker. A godlike figure whose name had become legend a long time ago appeared in everyone’s mind.

“Sun Death… Sword Master…” The words tumbled out of the Blue Profound Spiritual Master’s mouth as his eyes became alight with hope. However, it dimmed immediately when he recalled Yun Che’s unbelievable strength.

They had all tested the Sun Death Sword Master’s strength before, and they knew he was absolutely invincible in the eastern realms. However, Yun Che was so terrifyingly powerful that not even the Sun Death Sword Master was likely to be a match for him.

Unless...

Who was Yun Che, and why was he here… Was it true the eastern region had to crawl beneath his feet?

Yun Che wasn’t surprised at all by his appearance, however. He said in a low and chilly voice, “Finally willing to come out?”

“Yun Che.” The voice wasn’t old, but it was heavy with age and experience. The Sun Death Sword Master said, “The Nine Great Sects have no grudge with you. Why must you push us so? If you insist on defying the natural order, then it’s only a matter of time before the heavens smite you even if you manage to survive your mortal enemies… Stop this now.”

“The heavens will smite me?” Yun Che smiled. To most people, this would sound like a warning or a threat, but to him, it was nothing but the most laughable joke in the whole world. He looked up slowly and stared toward the north. Them, he said with a voice that sounded as deep as the abyss, “Show your face.”

A person appeared in the northern sky. It was a middle-aged man dressed in clean, plain clothes with a broadsword behind his back. His sword was gem white in color...