"Enough. Talking is pointless."
Wei Yang slowly stepped forward, and the aura of a Mid-stage Nine-star burst forth without restraint, making heaven and earth change color. "I have waited a long time for this day, Soul Heavenly Emperor. Fight me."
Behind him, Xiao Yan and the others followed, each locking onto their own target.
Zi Yan lightly sniffed, her slightly reddened eyes fixed on the honest-looking middle-aged man rubbing his hands before her. She suddenly raised a jade-like finger and pointed at Soul Heavenly Emperor in the distance, her voice carrying a faint nasal tone. "You said just now that you would listen to me. Can you kill him?"
"No problem." Upon hearing this, Zhu Kun nodded without hesitation. He then turned around, and a savage gleam suddenly surged into his golden eyes.
With a flash, he arrived beside Wei Yang. After carefully sizing him up, he smiled and sighed. "Kid, I have to say, you've grown incredibly fast."
That kid who had only just broken through to the Half-Saint realm back then was now, upon meeting again, already nearly on the same level as him.
Of course, if it were merely Mid-stage Nine-star, he might not have been too surprised. What truly astonished him was Wei Yang's Emperor Realm Soul. This level of soul was not easy to attain, because it was one of the most basic tickets to becoming a Dou Emperor.
"You flatter me, Senior." Wei Yang glanced at him.
"Hehe, calling me Senior is too distant. You're close with Zi Yan, so if you don't mind, just call me Uncle." Zhu Kun waved his hand and said with a smile.
He was extremely kind and welcoming.
The more he looked at this young man, the more he liked him.
Wei Yang did not know whether to