The restriction closed, and a towering figure burst out from the pavilion.
The man was massive, standing over two meters in height. His body was covered in solid muscle, and despite the bitterly cold weather, he left his upper body bare. His lower body was clad in only a short piece of animal hide. His exposed skin was unusual, bearing a purple-black hue, and his fists were astonishingly large—three times the size of an average person's, resembling iron hammers. His aura was formidable, having reached the ninth layer of the Bone Refining Realm.
This was none other than the Sect Master of the Thousand Poison Sect, Peng Xiong, the Iron-Fist Poison King!
"Sect Master, it's been years. How have you been lately?"
Wu Gui tossed Nie Jian onto the ground in front of Peng Xiong like a sandbag, casually fiddling with the Snow Blade in his hand. Though he addressed Peng Xiong as "Sect Master," his gaze was full of mockery, devoid of even a shred of respect.
