Boom!
In the distance, the battle between Soul Heavenly Emperor and Zhu Kun paused slightly, and the two immediately stopped in tacit agreement.
The two peak experts had exchanged an unknown number of moves in that short time, yet the result was clearly inconclusive.
However, judging by Zhu Kun's calm expression as he stood with his hands behind his back, compared to Soul Heavenly Emperor's slightly disheveled robes and rapid breathing, Zhu Kun had gained a tiny edge in their earlier clash.
Both men turned to look this way.
After sweeping his gaze across Wei Yang and the others, Soul Heavenly Emperor's eyes finally locked tightly onto Wei Yang.
Zhu Kun, meanwhile, had been focused on Zi Yan from beginning to end. His body trembled as though seized by a spasm, and he murmured in delight, "My child."
The golden pupils that had once brimmed with towering ferocity and majesty softened almost instantly.
No longer bothering with the grim-faced Soul Heavenly Emperor, he flashed forward and appeared before Wei Yang's group.
"Senior Zhu Kun." Wei Yang cupped his hands.
"Kid, move aside." Zhu Kun simply swept his sleeve, and a powerful gust sent Wei Yang aside while he swiftly took his place.
Wei Yang steadied himself, the corner of his mouth twitching as he cursed inwardly, What a daughter-obsessed old man.
Clad in golden battle armor, holding a golden spear, her purple hair flying behind her, Zi Yan looked valiant and striking, her graceful figure perfectly outlined. She glared at Zhu Kun with annoyed violet crystal-like eyes and snapped, "What did you come over here for?"
"Uh..." The ingratiating smile on Zhu Kun's face froze. He rubbed his hands awkwardly and stammered, "Well, it's been too long since I last saw you, so I wanted to come take a look