Chapter 475: The Three Sides Converge!

In Darkgale Valley, the air seemed to congeal into iron. Leonard Dove stood there, and the pressure of the Immortal Third Stage rolled off him like something tangible, smothering the entire field until people could barely draw breath. He was not tall, even a little gaunt, yet his eyes were hawk-sharp. When his gaze swept across the crowd, it felt as if it could pierce straight through a person's soul. He wore a teal Daoist robe, its cuffs embroidered with golden cloud patterns. Even without wind,...