Xiang Yang had not truly manipulated space to teleport here. He had long since slipped silently into the hall, using his transcendent spiritual cultivation to block Six Yin Superior's sight and primordial spirit perception, thus creating the illusion. This also indirectly proved the gap between their martial cultivation today.
"Xiang Yang? It was actually you? Weren't you in Xiangzhou? What were you doing here in Liao City? Your Heavenly Blade was now at the height of its power, your great name spreading far and wide. You shouldn't have had the leisure for this, should you?"
Six Yin looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, and his thoughts could not help but fly back to the scene of their first meeting in the Six Yin Great Hall many years ago. His pupils suddenly contracted, his eyelids trembling. Clearly, his heart was shaken, yet he still spoke with great toughness on the surface.
In this world, he would never have treated any other martial artist who had attained the Dao this way. Only when facing Xiang Yang did he refuse to show the slightest weakness. After all, Xiang Yang had once been a nobody who survived by watching his every breath. His pride, his soul, would not allow him to fawn upon Xiang Yang.
Even his body had naturally reacted to the pressure Xiang Yang gave off: imperceptible cold sweat and faintly trembling muscles were proof enough.
"Three days from now, I will fight the Dragon King, Shui Wuhen. The battlefield will be set upon the Liao River outside Liao City. Compared to you, he has already taken another step forward."
Xiang Yang turned around and looked Six Yin Superior up and down. His narrow eyes were filled with amusement as he nodded in praise.
"Although I met you many times back