An elderly man who appeared frail and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him over, suddenly exuded a terrifying killing intent, akin to facing a formidable powerhouse. Jin Shanshun felt as if he was once again facing Ji Batian.
"Ye Qiu, you destroyed my Ji clan. I've long wanted to avenge this blood feud. Today, since you've come to me, I'll take your head as an offering."
The wall guardian elder slowly spoke, simultaneously straightening his previously hunched back.
He removed a mask from his face, revealing his true appearance.
Ye Qiu was taken aback, exclaiming, "Ji Batian!"
Even Jin Shanshun nearly jumped in shock, while Qin Feng didn't understand why there was such fear of this guy.
"No, you're not Ji Batian..." Ye Qiu examined closely, noticing a similarity to Ji Batian, but realizing it wasn't him, as Ji Batian didn't have that black mole between his eyebrows.
"Indeed, I'm not Ji Batian. Surprised by how much I resemble him, right?" the wall guardian sneered.
