Li Qingyun saw Jiya and the others chasing after him, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily overflowed with a trace of a sneer.
It was already certain that the opponent was coming directly for him!
Emperor Liang, Liang slave, you must die today!
On the surface, however, he feigned displeasure and spoke in a cold voice to Jiya and the others who were speeding to catch up: "Everyone, there are quite a few stowaways, must you compete with me?"
Jiya looked at him from across the void and replied with a half-smile: "Shang Yun, who would ever think they have too many Great Trial merit points? You and I shall simply rely on our respective abilities."
At the same time as she spoke, she gave a glance to the several Eternal Clan youths beside her.
Someone immediately made a move, buzzing as he swung the secret artifact sword in his hand. Eternal light like a bolt of silk cleaved open the boundless Netherworld Void and slashed toward the Empress of Burial ahead.
A youth loudly mocked and ridiculed: "Fortunately this is in the Great Trial; if it were usual, you Shang Yun, a mere pariah, would be committing a treasonous crime punishable by conviction if you dared to compete with the likes of us for prey!"
Emperor Liang, who was kneeling, had a gaze like a wolf as he stared fixedly at the Dao shadow of Divine Elegance ahead, attempting to unearth more "evidence."
Relying solely on appearance was not viable; after all, the world was so vast, and there was certainly no shortage of closely resembling countenances.
Yet if the Shang Yun ahead really was that odious "Cloud Saint," then he, Emperor Liang, would kill two birds with one stone. Not only would he have avenged an old