Lin Changqing looked at the unknown holy expert opposite him and silently calculated. Within his Inner Universe, the Book of Primordial Chaos spun at high speed, page after page turning as countless epoch civilizations evolved into Civilization Chapters, writing peerless grand epics.
Runes flickered one after another, evolving into the principles of yin and yang, the Five Elements, the Eight Trigrams, and the Nine Palaces as they deduced this holy being's identity and origins.
"Human brat, hand over the nine Dao-Containing Leaves on you. We only want those Dao-Containing Leaves. So long as you hand them over willingly, I, Gu Yue of the Spirit Race, can promise to let you leave safely..."
At that moment, another holy being of a foreign race shouted an angry rebuke.
He was a holy expert of the Spirit Race, his entire body shrouded in violet-blue divine radiance, his frame as massive as a mountain.
He was likely the spirit of some mountain range that had cultivated into a holy being. Lin Changqing sensed a weighty majesty from him, an aura unique to mountains.
This man was very powerful, one of the strongest among the group.
His strength had likely reached the Upper God realm. Elsewhere, he would indeed count as a dominant powerhouse. If it had been the former Lin Changqing, he would have turned and left the instant he saw this man.
But things were different now. He himself was also in the Upper God realm, and his combat strength far surpassed that of an Upper God—enough to contend with a God King.
Thus, Lin Changqing naturally had little respect for this Upper God Gu Yue of the Spirit Race.
The corner of his lips curled up as he said with a light laugh, "You'll let me leave? Heh heh... I'm afraid that