Sikong Ju's voice drew everyone's attention.
A burly man snorted disdainfully. "What Darklight Rope, Whitebright Rope? Your old man is just a third-rate hole-digging thief. You lack the strength, so you need these little tricks. Crossing a crack like this should take no more than a few seconds, shouldn't it?"
The burly man's arms were covered in iron armor, giving him an imposing air.
"My lord, let me go investigate!"
He was not one of the Brocade Guards, but a retainer from Yu Huatian's household. His aura was thick and powerful, clearly at least at the level of a Seventh Tier Great Cultivator.
Anyone Yu Huatian accepted into his household naturally had something extraordinary about him. Yet the burly man had barely had a chance to show his skills along the way. Eager to prove himself, he leaped out before Yu Huatian could respond.
Those above the Super Tier could already fly, and the speed of a Seventh Tier Great Cultivator went without saying. In the blink of an eye, the burly man had crossed half the crack.
"Iron Arm, be careful!"
A cry suddenly rang out from the group.
The man in the middle of the crack—Iron Arm—felt his heart tighten. From the statue of the Son of the Red King ahead, a terrifying red light suddenly shot out between its eyes.
Iron Arm was startled, but relying on his iron arms and powerful defensive technique, he had roamed the martial world for decades. He could not defeat higher-tier opponents, but he could stand undefeated against those of the same tier, using his extraordinary stamina to wear them down.
Iron Arm considered himself a qualified super-tank. He crossed his iron arms, and a silver radiance began flowing over his body. He seemed to transform into an iron man as