Star Lord Vanguard, Immortal Art Inheritance

Countless humanoid creatures sank into the ground one after another. The blood-red veins spread across the platform slowly vanished, and the grand, towering Platinum Dharma Platform soon returned to its usual cold desolation and deathly stillness.

Several days later, amid the ruins of a palace over twenty miles away, Zhao Sheng stood behind a broken wall. With an indifferent expression, he gazed at the grand platform in the distance and the "point of light" suspended in midair. His eyes lingered on that yellow cloud for a long while, as if he were a Stone Man.

Although Dijiang had never shown himself, Zhao Sheng's instincts told him that the other party had not truly left, but had been lurking around the ruins all along.

For some unknown reason—perhaps out of some unspoken apprehension—Dijiang had never dared approach the platform rashly, and thus remained indecisive.

Zhao Sheng believed his "judgment" was correct, and was even more certain that Dijiang was the same kind of person as himself.

It was nothing more than waiting a few extra days. He had never lacked the patience to wait.

One day, two days,

Three days,

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed. On this day, the long-awaited change finally came.

Deep within the palace ruins, Zhao Sheng abruptly opened his eyes and looked westward. His gaze seemed to pierce through the thick walls, seeing meteors racing in one after another from the horizon.

"Hmph. Gang Sha. Locusts!" Zhao Sheng sneered and muttered to himself.

He had not expected that Dijiang would fail to appear, while a group of Fiend Star Lords had arrived instead—and six had come at once.

There was no need to think about it. The leader had to be that Tianquan Star Lord who had died time and again.

**Boom!