An Jing furrowed his brows and looked towards the source of the sound.
Any who could tread silently upon Blue Sky Island were certainly the world's top martial artists, and he had already vaguely guessed who was coming.
Not far away, a group approached.
At the forefront was an extraordinary-looking elderly man with a ruddy complexion and radiant aura, his presence surpassing all but Jiang Shang from his generation. Beside him was a silver-haired woman, appearing to be in her fifties, though An Jing's instincts told him she was older than she looked.
Additionally, there was a swordsman holding a blue long saber, wearing a hat that obscured his features, but one could sense that his strength was no simple matter.
Behind the three, several dozen men in black stood, each with a cold, detached expression, no less skilled than the Jianghu masters who had just died at An Jing's hand - in fact, they were even stronger by a margin.
Black Ice Platform!