Xia Langtian did not know what the young man before him was thinking, but he was worried as well, afraid that now Lin Baichuan had risen to power, he would renege on his promise.
His heart was immediately filled with endless melancholy.
Had I known this, I should have abandoned this pack of fools from the start. One Lin Baichuan is worth ten thousand—no, a hundred thousand—of these mediocre fools!
Xia Langtian thought to himself, growing more irritated the more he thought about it.
For a time, even the way he looked at those behind him changed, his gaze carrying a trace of fury.
Yet he was, after all, a man of deep schemes. He kept that anger buried in his heart and did not reveal it. They had already survived nine deaths and one life to reach this place, and those pig-headed teammates most deserving of death had already perished along the way.
Fewer than a hundred people remained, and every one of them could be considered an elite.
Naturally, he could not truly vent his anger on them.
Lin Baichuan, I hope you keep your word!
Xia Langtian sighed inwardly. His pupils narrowed slightly as he looked toward the towering peak in the distance that pierced straight into the clouds.
At the same time!
Just as Xia Langtian and the others were discussing Lin Baichuan, Lin Baichuan himself was sitting cross-legged within the Bronze Palace. Surging laws swirled around him, and wave after wave of thunderous vibrations swept out from his body like morning bells and evening drums.
The powers of the seven Basic Laws—Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, and Thunder—manifested around him. As they churned ceaselessly, they actually condensed into seven chains of laws, intertwining above his head before finally forming a great net.
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