A soft sound arose, resonating next to his ear, filled with concern yet whispered like a devil:
"Friend, are you anxious too?"
Dai Xiu's throat rolled, tears teared up in his eyes, his body hair stood on end, nearly making him kneel to the ground.
Fake!
All fake!
Bazhun'an, you wish to destroy my Dao heart? You wish!
Dai Xiu merely staggered but managed to steady himself before the Ten High Nobles.
Yet as the people around, the illusory scenery began to fade, the hazy figure confronting Dai Xiu gradually solidified, revealing its true form.
Dai Xiu's eyes went momentarily hollow, his pupils shivered uncontrollably, his cheeks trembled as if the flesh might fall off.
"You wish to fight me?"
He was a man dressed immaculately, resembling an immortal banished from the Heavens.
His black hair fluttered, exuding an untamed aura, his arched brows and bright eyes unruly, as his gaze pierced through, as if thousands of sword lights were roaring towards him.
"State your name."
