Lu Chengwen walked straight up to Medicine Elder.
Jiang Xiaohu's long saber instantly left its sheath, blocking Medicine Elder. "Lu Chengwen, what are you doing!? Have you gone mad?"
Medicine Elder yanked Jiang Xiaohu aside. "He isn't Lu Chengwen."
Jiang Xiaohu was shocked. He turned to look at his master, and saw an expression on Medicine Elder's face he had never seen before.
In the past, Medicine Elder often looked unhappy too, with a stern face and fierce eyes.
But this time, Jiang Xiaohu could feel that it was completely different from every other time before!
It was gravity.
The gravity of facing a powerful enemy on equal footing with himself, with a trace of hidden excitement.
When Jiang Xiaohu looked back at Lu Chengwen, he suddenly felt the weight behind the words "he isn't Lu Chengwen."
This Lu Chengwen was also in a state Jiang Xiaohu had never seen before.
Too terrifying!
His cold eyes looked as if they had seen corpses strewn across the land, as if they had endured an incomparably brutal battlefield purgatory, and had gone so numb that all holy spirits were nothing more than dust and wild grass to him—cold and arrogant.
Medicine Elder lightly brushed the dust from his long robe, slowly stood, and faced him. "May I ask Your Excellency's honored name, and your purpose?"
Lu Chengwen stared at him. He did not answer his question, but instead, at his own rhythm, threw out a simple yet shocking question:
"In this era, are you the strongest?"
The corner of Medicine Elder's mouth lifted slightly. "Not quite."
But immediately after, he added, "However, in this era, no one dares claim to be stronger than me."
Lu Chengwen nodded.
At this moment, Feng Rusong seemed to finally realize what was going on. Standing in