Among them, Su Chen saw a familiar face: a First Grade Sect Leader with withered white hair, so thin he was nothing but skin and bones. Leaning on a cane, he hardly looked human.
Or rather, the former Sect Leader.
In the Late Jianwu era, the Black Abyss had produced a new Sect Leader and a new Saint, one after the other. Both were Peak experts who had achieved True Intent Perfection—terrifyingly strong.
Clearly.
After Liang's Destruction.
The world was nearly unified.
The Evil Immortal in the Sacred Land had grown anxious.
"Are you really the Saint?"
"Why did you appear briefly in the Tenth Year of Jianwu, only to vanish? Eight years have passed, so how have you become a Peak First Grade expert..."
someone demanded.
SPLAT!
He exploded into a bloody mist.
"I don't need to explain my actions."
Su Chen retracted his finger, his expression cold.
"One-Finger Meteor!"
"That is the Saint's signature technique! No one else knows it. He *is* the Black Lotus Saint!"
