The chilling intent swept through like a storm, rendering the area in front of the Puppet Tower utterly silent as all eyes turned towards the distance.
There, a youth with disheveled hair, carrying a giant battle blade on his back, was approaching. His tattered robe could not conceal the peerless sharpness emanating from him.
His eyes were like two sharp swords, and every Outer Disciple who met his gaze felt a bone-chilling coldness, as if they were being stared down by a fierce beast, causing their complexions to turn pale.
This youth was merely walking calmly, yet his presence stirred the hearts and minds of onlookers, even instilling a sense of fear.
Swoosh!
His gaze shifted, pausing on Bai Meng who was about to make a move.
Bai Meng let out a muffled groan and couldn't help but step back several paces, his whole body feeling icy cold as if even the Innate True Qi within him was about to freeze.
Bai Meng's face showed a look of horror: "Who is this person?