Buzz.
Su Mu sheathed his sword, built a fire, and cut off a large piece of fish to roast.
Fat dripped, sizzling as the flames flickered.
Su Mu recalled the day's encounter, increasingly feeling that this alien named Yuri was troublesome; he had never faced such a difficult opponent before.
Powerful hidden secret techniques, the protective Martial Saint's Blood of the alien race, and the silver compass capable of spatial teleportation and crossing between two worlds.
Any one of these alone would be difficult to deal with, yet now all three were in the hands of one alien.
The power of the Martial Saint far exceeded Su Mu's imagination, with even a thin film formed from his blood capable of blocking a strike that could instantly kill a Grandmaster.
And that was just a bit of blood. How powerful would be the actual action of the Martial Saint?
In Su Mu's eyes, there was both longing and seriousness.
"Sima Xie, Overlord Blade Saint Martial Hall... Overlord Blade Martial Saint."
