The Banished Immortal was peerlessly graceful and uniquely beautiful. Despite being a man, his features surpassed even those of the most stunning beauties, meticulously refined. His 3,000 strands of black hair cascaded down his shoulders, and his skin shone with a pearlescent gleam. Every contour of his body seemed like it had been deftly sculpted.
At that moment, with his hands clasped behind him, his gaze, brilliant like the stars, swept over the group of Burial Kings, his expression serene and calm.
Although he faced a group of old individuals whose fame long preceded them, the Banished Immortal felt neither nervousness nor pressure.
In the past, even his irrepressible defiance would have caused some trembling in his spirit.
But now, he was a disciple under the command of an Adult, deeply endowed with his legacy. Furthermore, he was carrying an Adult's Dharma Decree, so why fear a handful of mere Burial Kings?