The Whale Hunter raised his hand, his palm pressing tightly against the silver hair on his head, watching the Shaking Light before him intently. Though he was the youngest Martial Arts Legend in the past eight hundred years, full of vitality, kill decisiveness, and deep Inner Strength, he was not quite like the others.
But unmatched in the Formation Path, unparalleled in Mystical Skills—if someone truly wished to kill him, they would need at least a force on par with, or even superior to, that which fought a desperate battle against Zhang Ziyong today. It would require top-ranked War Generals, peerless masters, an army at the Iron Futu level with ten thousand soldiers.
For one simple reason—
The leader of the Formation Path, the least afraid of group battles!
What he truly feared, however, was an existence like the Sword Madman.
With a Green Blade in hand, he could cause the world to turn upside down, the universe to revolve.
