Back then, the battle at Eastern Continent's Kunxu had exhausted Kunxu's foundations. Nearly nine-tenths of its powerful experts had been lost, and even the previous Lord of Kunxu had died in battle on the spot. Left with no choice, Li Zhengyi submitted in order to preserve the continuation of the Kunxu lineage.
And today, Li Zhengyi had come again. Could it be that he intended to drag Kunxu into the battlefield once more?
"Li Zhengyi!"
When Prince Rong saw Li Zhengyi land, he immediately roared, his surging voice spreading across the entire battlefield.
Li Zhengyi's gaze had just fallen upon Li Subai's flames when he heard Prince Rong's roar. He immediately turned around and looked at Prince Rong with an icy expression, sneering, "Prince Rong, long time no see!"
"Back then, our Central Sacred Nation took pity on how difficult things were for Kunxu. Only then did we show mercy and spare your Kunxu lineage a path of survival!"
"And today, what is your intention?"
Prince Rong roared furiously, his eyes gleaming with killing intent.
Li Zhengyi stared at Prince Rong expressionlessly.
"Are you truly going to drag Kunxu into the abyss of eternal damnation?" Prince Rong growled through clenched teeth.
Li Zhengyi chuckled lightly. "Today, I, Li Zhengyi, have come alone. What I do has nothing whatsoever to do with Kunxu!"
Prince Rong sneered. "Hahahaha, what a pretty speech. Just like Lan Ling—very good, very good. Today, all of you will die. Not only will you die, but after today, there will no longer be Eastern Continent's Kunxu or the Lan Clan on the Barren Ancient Continent!"
Hearing this, Li Zhengyi flew into a rage. He stepped forward, his figure streaking across the sky as he charged toward Prince Rong.
Prince Rong was shocked out of his wits, his