The sound of the temple collapsing behind him still rang in his ears, making the ground beneath his feet tremble faintly. In the desert beneath the blazing noon sun, the ground was hot enough to fry a raw egg in minutes, yet Ye Weiming felt a chill run through his entire body!
He spun around sharply and saw a man standing proudly atop the yellow sand some thirty feet away. A strange, terrifying aura radiated from his body, as though a god or demon that secretly ruled the grasslands and desert had suddenly descended into the mortal world.
A poem went:
Over ten thousand miles of wind and sand, dragons and serpents roamed; mighty vigor surged across the nine provinces. Beneath the blazing sun, crimson clouds burned; his aura covered all directions, revered by heaven and earth!
Steadying himself, Ye Weiming quickly adjusted his condition while keeping his eyes fixed on the terrifying man before him, trying to find a flaw. Yet he helplessly discovered that he could not even grasp the man's movements, much less spot any weakness.
Perhaps activating Tai Shan's Secret's active effect might yield something, but such a taunt clearly did not suit his current goal of stalling for time.
At that moment, the sinister man before him spoke leisurely. "I remember when I was young. During one battle, I was ambushed by experts from three tribes. I led my men against a larger force, but two fists could not defeat four hands. Though we fought our way out of the encirclement, we could only flee in disgrace. That flight lasted ten days and ten nights."
Telling a story?
Hearing this man start recounting old tales that Ye Weiming had absolutely no interest in, he immediately put on a fascinated expression and silently played the role