C537 Conquest of the Dark House

In the pitch-black space deep within the Dark Pavilion, a pair of cold and stern eyes gradually appeared. Following that, a white-robed old man walked out step by step.

He was tall and sturdy, and his face was like a saddle. His eyes were cold and profound, and there was an unerasable killing intent undulating about him; it was especially astonishing.

He was the master of Dark Pavilion