Lin Langtian's steps were neither hurried nor slow, and the sound of his feet upon the ancient stone stairs rang especially clearly through the silence.
Everyone's gaze was focused on him. This human, who was merely at the peak of Sixth-grade Supreme, actually dared to openly challenge a prodigy of the Kunpeng Race?
On the stone platform, the four leaders of the Phoenix Race, Nine-Colored Peacock Race, Sky-Reaching Ape Race, and Divine Crane Race all showed a trace of surprise in their eyes.
They knew that Lin Langtian possessed an extraordinary puppet. In terms of defense, likely no one present could break through that puppet's protection.
But that battle puppet had long been badly damaged, and it must have exerted itself to the utmost in capturing the Eighth-grade beast spirit this time. Could it be that Lin Langtian truly expected a puppet on the verge of being scrapped to defeat Kun Yu?
As for Lin Langtian personally taking action against Kun Yu, they had not even considered it.
After all, everyone knew that the gap between Sixth-grade and Eighth-grade Supreme was not something ordinary means could overcome.
Kun Yu stood high above the square, looking down at Lin Langtian as he slowly ascended the platform. The curve of his lips gradually turned cold and cruel.
"I thought you would take the chance to run." Kun Yu's voice was not loud, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness. "I never expected you to deliver yourself to me. Good. It saves me the trouble of finding you later."
Lin Langtian finally stepped onto the last stone stair and stood at the edge of the square, a hundred zhang away from Kun Yu.
He raised his eyes and calmly looked at the other man. "Sorry, but I want the Ancient Myriad Spirit Bird's Inheritance