"Master Ling Zhao, impressive skills!"
"With you handling this matter, Master, I, Kui Yue, can rest easy."
Kui Yue stood casually amid the scorched ruins and cupped his fist toward Lin Fan, then turned and left without the slightest hesitation.
It seemed this young lord of Thunder-Gathering Mountain had come to Yellow Sand City not for Yousu Yue at all, but simply to fight Lin Fan.
As Kui Yue and Lingyin departed, the rather bedraggled Lin Fan shook out his aching arms, feeling soreness through every muscle and bone.
Kui Yue had come and gone in a hurry, exchanging barely a few words, yet they had fought over a hundred exchanges. Their clash had reduced Yellow Sand City's broken walls to scorched rubble.
As far as the eye could see, their ferocious attacks had leveled everything. Huge, blackened craters lay densely packed together, as though countless lightning bolts had bombarded the ground.
And that was precisely what had happened. This scorched expanse had been burned by Kui Yue's lightning and Ling Zhao's astral fire. Beneath their supremely forceful, supremely yang divine abilities and spells, no yin or evil energy would breed here for at least three hundred years. The intensely yang lightning and fire baleful intent could incinerate all things sinister.
After watching Kui Yue leave, Jiang Sheng turned to Lin Fan. "Well?"
Lin Fan grimaced and kept moving his arms. Only after a long while did he squeeze a sentence through his teeth. "He's far too tough."
In his travels through the heavens, Lin Fan had encountered no shortage of thick-skinned opponents, but this was his first time meeting someone as tough as Kui Yue.
Even Lin Fan's supremely forceful, supremely yang fire arts had only scorched Kui Yue black. The sheer strength of this young lord's body left