'Xiao Chan?!'
Chen Che quietly sized up the other man. They had both been in the Market for over a month, but this was their first real confrontation.
This man—a Traitor Disciple, an Evil Cultivator Fanatic, a Mother-Killer in the eyes of the world—was indeed formidable. An ordinary Ninth Layer Cultivator would have been utterly unable to block that sword strike moments ago. Yet he had not only intercepted it, he had even withstood the fiercer second attack!
'His strength far surpasses that of this world's Ninth Layer Cultivators. And that's not even counting the Soul-Calling Banner he's carrying...'
His gaze fell upon the bundle on the other man's back, which faintly emanated a black mist. Chen Che thought to himself,
'No wonder the Primordial Sect refuses to let him go.'
As the two appeared, the surroundings fell utterly still.
