The moment he stepped onto Shenzhou, a spear was thrown at him. Causing a wound on his leg that made him back a few steps.

A masculine figure walked through the mist, emerging from it with each step, his dark blue hair blowing in the gentle breeze of the place, a look of disdain in his cold eyes. The spear quickly returned to his hand, he stood bowing in front of the man, frowning slightly. "Who are you?" He spoke in an icy voice.