Just as Shakar was about to finish off the man who had killed his disciple, the loud roar shook the atmosphere, causing him to shudder involuntarily.
He was forced to stop in place, not daring to move another step forward, lest he piss off the new arrival. Inwardly he was shaking, however due to his status as a Nascent Soul cultivator, he did his best to not show it outwardly.
Shakar turned his gaze slowly towards the direction the roar sounded from, doing his best to keep his composure. His eyes narrowed when he saw the figure that had appeared just 50 yards away from him.
The figure looked like a small boy, barely a teenager. His hair was blue and spiky, while his eyebrows were shaped like swords. Despite his outward appearance, his cold blue eyes held a hint of intelligence and power.
"Hello fellow Daoist, my humble name is Shakar. May I know your esteemed name?" Shakar asked, cupping his fists and bowing slightly.