Bab 1642: Mildew

A familiar young man stepped out from a teleportation portal and a swath of elites swarmed him, bowing in subservience. 

However, the young man didn't seem to notice them. He frowned, realizing that his target was once again not here. What the hell was going on? Was this man making him chase him around everywhere? 

Although the young man didn't curse, his scowl caused the qi in the air to ripple and the surrounding guards to bow even lower, fearing that they had offended him in some way or form. 

In the fringe cities, maybe only the City Lords would understand who this man was. But they could see it all quite clearly here as guards of a city nearer to the core of Martial God territory. 

His hair was a blazing shade of red and his eyes burned like two golden embers. He wore robes emblazoned with the same colors, he was unnaturally tall and the air seemed to crackle and pop around his body.