Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was March 3rd, Yulan Calendar 10024—the appointed time to gather at Martial God Mountain. Zhou Tong and Linley emerged from the miniature plane at the same time and flew toward the O'Brien Empire and Martial God Mountain.
The two traveled swiftly and arrived at Martial God Mountain in only half a day.
While still in the sky, they saw twenty Saint-level experts gathered below. These were all peak experts of the Yulan Continent.
"Ha ha, Linley, Kahn, you've finally arrived. You two were the only ones we were waiting for." Seeing them, Faen laughed heartily and came forward to greet them.
The two landed as well and joined the circle of experts.
It was already getting late. Many of the experts drank and chatted merrily, while some, overcome with enthusiasm, even sparred in midair. Many were extremely curious about Linley, a Dragonblood Warrior, and about Zhou Tong, hailed as the youngest Saint-level expert in history. Someone immediately challenged the two of them to a spar.
Linley's spar was simple. He defeated an expert without even transforming.
Zhou Tong's was even simpler. He did not even rise from his seat. With a casual flick of his finger, he sent an expert flying away as though swatting a fly.
The sight left the others dumbfounded. That level of strength was simply absurd.
"Kahn, after all these years, you've improved again, just as I expected!" Faen sighed. "That body of yours is truly enviable. It's even more terrifying than the Four Ultimate Warriors..."
Everyone fell silent. The move Zhou Tong had displayed just now truly was frighteningly powerful.
A day passed amid the drinking and conversation of the many experts.
Early the next morning, the sun rose in the east, and golden