Martial Realm. Three days later, Yanhu had recovered. After his arm healed, his physical strength had increased somewhat as well. Master Diao chuckled and said, "Silly tiger, you've improved."
Yanhu gave a simple, honest smile. "Second Brother, can you stop calling me 'Silly Tiger' all the time?"
Master Diao shook his head. "I've been calling you that ever since you gained intelligence. I'm used to it, and I can't be bothered to change it. By the way, Brother Dijiang, which world are you from? Over there, you should be one of the strongest too, right?"
Dijiang shook his head. "Not really. There are quite a few people who can fight better than me. Our world is different from yours—the laws there are somewhat more complete. Wait, I think I sensed something. A powerful expert from my homeland has arrived. I wonder what he's here for."
Indeed, it was Hu Xiaoyu, who had just finished dealing with Tang Haishen. After hearing Xuanxiao's telepathic transmission, he arrived outside the Martial Realm. Hu Xiaoyu shouted, "The troublemakers are here! So you're the faction called the Martial Realm? Come on, send out someone who loves fighting and trade a few moves with me!"
The moment he finished shouting, a finger imprint descended from the heavens. "Great Desolation Prison Heaven Finger! You dare come here and provoke us? Take this move from me!" It turned out that the normally taciturn Martial Ancestor had made his move.
Hu Xiaoyu's face darkened. "What the heck? Can't we trade a few insults before fighting?" As he spoke, killing intent surged from his body. He pointed one finger forward and shouted, "White Tiger Annihilation Kill! Go!" A blood-red sword of energy instantly shot out and clashed with the finger imprint.
The finger imprint exploded like a meteor crashing down,