Golden Scales

At Yi Yun's words, a sharp glint flashed through Cang Wu's eyes. Yi Yun seemed to have calculated all of this long ago.

"Yi Yun, don't tell me you had already calculated that I would enter the Kanglong Ding!"

Yi Yun smiled faintly. He had indeed calculated that Cang Wu would follow him in. He had deliberately opened the lid to draw Cang Wu's attention, then sealed the ding again within an extremely short time, making Cang Wu think he had grown afraid.

With time so tight, Cang Wu had no chance to think it through. As martial artists—and especially ambitious people like Cang Wu—the vast majority would stake everything on a single throw when faced with danger and opportunity. Otherwise, what would be the point of pursuing the Martial Dao?

"Interesting!" Cang Wu sized up Yi Yun. "Your cultivation seems to have reached the eighth level of the Dao Palace Realm? Your cultivation has risen so quickly that your laws can't keep up, leaving your foundation unstable. That's harmful to you in every way. Surely you don't naively believe you can kill me?"

"Try it and you'll know. My cultivation has just leaped forward, and the energy in my body is practically overflowing. I need an opponent to temper my strength. After looking around, I chose you!"

As Yi Yun spoke, he casually rotated his wrist. On the back of his right hand, golden patterns flickered and vanished, looking like golden tattoos.

"I was talking about that man who's about to die..."

Yi Yun looked toward the slanted-browed man. At this moment, the slanted-browed man was still sunk in immense terror. Cang Wu's indifference toward him had chilled his heart completely. Though he was utterly unwilling to admit it, he had slowly realized that Cang Wu truly intended to