The leader, who appeared to be no more than forty years old, surprisingly had entirely white hair—even his eyebrows were white.
An invisible, twisted Power Field radiated around him, causing heavy snowflakes from the sky to become powder before they could reach him.
"Grandmaster?"
The formidable old man in a suit and duckbill cap adjusted his dark glasses and, expressing a slight surprise, uttered the question.
The white-haired man threw back his head and laughed. "Yes, I am a Grandmaster. Can't believe it, can you? The realm you have always dreamed of, but I stepped into it before you did. I entered the Grandmaster Realm three years ago and have been waiting for you to show yourself. Finally, I got you... Lei Fusheng, today is your end!"
As the white-haired man laughed loudly, he and the dozen or so people standing beside him moved closer to the old man. Everyone displayed undisguised, intense killing intent, as if they all shared an irreconcilable grudge with the old man.
