"Master."
Zheng Shenyou walked respectfully in front of this gaunt old man, kneeled down, and called out.
This old man hadn’t spoken for a long ti, his eyes were closed, and Zheng Shenyou dared not even breathe, just kneeling in place.
After about an hour, Zheng Shenyou was already shivering from the cold when the gaunt old man finally opened his eyes.
His eyes were deep, weathered, aged.
These eyes seed to have seen through all the worldly splendours and completely transcended from the bustling world.
"Why were you incapacitated?"
The emaciated old man asked.
There was no fluctuation of emotion in his tone, as if Zheng Shenyou was not his disciple, but a passerby with no connection to him.
"Please, Master, stand up for !" Zheng Shenyou imdiately began to cry bitterly, the pain piercing his heart, filled with infinite sorrow and anger.
The old man did not answer, still calmly sitting there, holding a fishing rod without a line, fishing.
Zheng Shenyou cried for a long ti, put on quite a show, before recounting the events that had occurred at the Hong Family Mansion.
Then Zheng Shenyou said, "At that ti, I already announced Master’s na, hoping to use your prestige to make that person stop. In the end, that young Martial Saint nad Xiao Zheng actually boasted arrogantly, saying you... you are just an old thing, nearly at death’s door, completely lacking the courage for revenge."
He exaggeratedly depicted Xiao Zheng as a disrespectful, extrely arrogant Martial Saint to the gaunt old man.
"Finished talking?" the gaunt old man asked after a long ti.
"Yes... yes," Zheng Shenyou, for so reason, felt his heart pounding with fright upon hearing the old man’s calm tone.
"What you just said, it seems, contains many falsehoods, doesn’t it?" the old man said lightly.
Zheng Shenyou was taken by surprise, completely not expecting the old man to see through his disguise at a glance. Instinctively wanting to deny, he saw the old man’s immovable rock-like body, and a great fear, like a venomous snake, instantly wrapped around his heart, rendering him speechless.
In the end, he kowtowed and said, "Master, forgive , I indeed lied just now."
Zheng Shenyou only dared to speak the truth.
His master was too terrifying, even without emitting the slightest aura, rely sitting there, yet making one’s heart tremble.
"Is this the legendary ’force’?" Zheng Shenyou thought in shock.
Legend has it that a strongman in the Martial Saint Realm, after reaching a certain stage of cultivation, achieves Unity of Heaven and Man, thus rging into the world.
Afterward, they beco divine beings walking in the mortal realm, and every move carries an indescribable ’force’!
Under such ’force’, any living thing must shudder, unable to exert even half of their strength, like a lamb encountering a lion, feeling a fear stemming from the instinct of life.
"If true, then what realm has my master reached?" Zheng Shenyou thought in fear.
"Whether you lied or not makes no difference to , nor will I bla you."
The old man’s voice remained very calm, seemingly nothing in this world could disturb his heart.
He appeared truly fused with the universe.
"What interests now is the young Martial Saint you ntioned. If I heard correctly, that person is nad Xiao Zheng, right?" the gaunt old man said.
"Yes." Zheng Shenyou, at this mont, dared not say more, nodding in agreent.
"And did you know, this person has another na." For the first ti, the gaunt old man’s expression changed, his gaze seed to pierce through space, looking toward the already thoroughly breached Demon Shield Bureau headquarters.
"Another na?"
Zheng Shenyou was stunned.
He, having devoted himself to cultivation after following the gaunt old man, aiming to reach a high level and exact revenge, thus not caring much about external events.
Upon hearing the old man say this, he was left puzzled.
"He is the Evil God."
The subsequent words from the gaunt old man hit Zheng Shenyou like five thunders, leaving him completely stupefied.
"What... he is the Evil God?"
Shock filled Zheng Shenyou’s eyes; he still recalled witnessing those grand battle scenes upon previously passing the ruins of the Demon Shield Bureau.
Even soone as uninford as he had heard of the Evil God’s na, truly a legendary figure, a youthful Martial Saint!
Zheng Shenyou hadn’t thought the opponent he faced was that person.
Upon reflection, it could only be him!
A young Martial Saint, still in Zhonghai, who else but the Evil God could it be?
Zheng Shenyou’s lips couldn’t help but reveal a bitter smile; he realized he was indeed lucky, that Evil God hadn’t killed him on the spot.
Zheng Shenyou knew, the Evil God’s thods were excessively wild; when the Demon Shield Bureau’s forces were so massive, nearly able to crush Sky Net completely, yet the Evil God still wielded his battle sword, angrily declaring war, even launching an expedition!
Such an existence, unbridled and beyond restraint.
"I have already stayed here for too long." At this mont, the gaunt old man suddenly murmured a sigh, looking at the fishing rod in his hand, he softly said, "Now, it’s ti to go out for a walk."
Zheng Shenyou was overjoyed upon hearing this, "Master, do you an to leave seclusion?"
The gaunt old man nodded slightly, "A young Martial Saint, I really wish to witness such a figure."
His lips curled into a smile, and then he lightly shook the hand holding the fishing rod, hum, a soft sound resonated through the world.
Then, a stream of faint blue Gang Qi suddenly surged along the old man’s palm, climbing up the fishing rod.
Upon reaching the end, it suddenly condensed into a faint blue fishing line, sinking into the frozen ice pool below.
"Rise."
The gaunt old man casually commanded, then held the rod and gently raised it upward.
Boom!
The entire ice pool, spanning several thousand ters, abruptly echoed with intense vibrations, and as the old man lifted the rod, a massive bluish-grey Gang Qi net wrapped around the icy blocks and soared into the sky.
In that instant, the ice blocks obscured the sun, casting shadows.
They seed like a gigantic cloud.
Zheng Shenyou gazed in awe, full of shock.
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