Beneath the night moon, the stars glittered, with no clouds drifting past!
Tonight happened to be the night of the full moon. The radiance of the round moon and twinkling stars illuminated the region where the Xuan Yuan Sect stood, making it as bright as day.
In the void, Lu Zhou climbed skyward step by step, his voice carrying for hundreds of miles and reaching the ears of every living being within that range.
At last, he and Ji Haoyue stood facing one another thirty zhang apart.
Both stood with their hands behind their backs. One wore white robes like an ink-wash landscape painting, the other magnificent purple robes. Both were outstanding figures of their generation, peerless beings who seemed to have stepped out of a painting, displaying an extraordinary and transcendent bearing!
Ji Haoyue's face darkened even further!
It was because of what Lu Zhou had said!
He could find no words to refute him!
Nor did he have the face to do so!
"You are not a descendant of the Demon Emperor!"
"Who are you, sir?"
He spoke in a low voice, a trace of gravity in his gaze toward Lu Zhou.
That abrupt clash just now had left him somewhat surprised by the strength Lu Zhou had displayed!
He had not expected that he had merely come to challenge the Demon Emperor's descendant, only for that descendant not to appear while he instead ran into a peer of this caliber!
No!
Judging by his appearance, the other party was at most fifteen or sixteen, perhaps even younger than himself.
Yet the combat power he had displayed was already on par with his own!
Since when had such a young prodigy emerged in the Southern Territory of the Eastern Wasteland?
He was not within the Ji Family's intelligence