Chapter 185: Nine Needles

Yang Fei only gave the old man one glance and was abruptly startled.

The old man exuded a faint aura of dead silence.

Yet, wrapped within that silent aura was an unfathomable and indeterminable force.

He seemed like a live volcano, seemingly covered by thick volcanic ash.

However, once erupted, the impact would be earth-shattering and unstoppable.

Although Yang Fei was merely a martial arts master of the Mingjin Earth-grade, he had once been a peerless expert at the Transforming Energy Peak.

With one look, he could tell the old man's formidability.

The old man's clothing was simple, wearing a military overcoat that had been washed to a faded white, with hands hidden in its sleeves.

The wrinkles on his face were dense and fine, like they had been etched with a knife.

The old man was very, very old, walking with a stooped back and bowed head.

No matter from which angle, he appeared to be an utterly ordinary old man.