The instant Adam saw Ailongtan, his eyes widened. Both had participated in the Heavenly Origin Tournament. Though they had never faced each other directly, they had crossed paths before, and Adam knew him to be a powerful Peak-level expert of the Elemental School.
He had assumed this was some powerful Rogue Cultivator, but Ailongtan had clearly called Ye "Master" just now. That inevitably set people thinking. Zhendan's "Ye" was not merely a mysterious powerhouse fighting alone—he commanded a powerful organization?
It was not just Adam. Everyone who had watched the tournament was equally shocked. A leader at the Ascension-level, with a Peak-level subordinate—just those two alone, outside the three major cultivation institutions, would make an organization capable of dominating any region of the world. Luo Jun paid no attention to what the others thought. He merely looked at the Flying Cultural Relics subdued by Ailongtan, raised a hand, took out the Essence Collection Bottle, and collected the last remnants of essence into it.
Looking at the bottle, now more than half full, Luo Jun's grin nearly reached the back of his head. He truly had these troublesome Cultural Relics to thank. Those Mysterious Powers that the Holy See saw as disasters were of average strength, yet exceptionally pure. They could actually be collected as essence. This was far too convenient. At this rate, if he took down one or two more Ascended Experts, he should be able to fill it.
Satisfied, Luo Jun put away the bottle and looked over the crowd. He found Osiris among them, flashed over, grabbed his hand, and pulled him up from the ground.
"Mister Ye, I can't... I still can't stand..." Osiris had been drained of Vital Energy by the backlash just now, and his body had also suffered a blow. He was extremely