People felt it even before they saw its source.
A heavy presence.
A presence that made even immortal cultivators straighten their backs.
Then, from the highest platform of the stadium, a figure slowly walked forward.
He looked old.
White hair.
Wrinkled face.
Long brows that nearly touched his shoulders.
But his body… His body was not old.
It was like a mountain carved into the shape of a man. Every step he took made the air ripple. Every movement carried the weight of countless battles.
People recognized him instantly.
"Patriarch Xiong Tian!"
"The Sect Patriarch!"
"The Martial Fist King himself!"
The cheering became deafening.
Even elders bowed their heads slightly.
This was the supreme figure of the Martial Fist King Sect.
The man who had headed its current era.
The body cultivator who had stepped into the Transcendent Immortal Realm through pure physical might.
Patriarch Xiong Tian walked into the ring with calm steps.
He looked at Lin Mu.
Then at Cattaleya.
