The Golden-armored Warrior had the same face as Li Mu Yang, and his eyes were still bright and deep. But his bearing was completely different, and he was taller and more powerfully built than the Li Mu Yang of before. He looked like a stronger version of Li Mu Yang.
The Li Mu Yang of the past had been delicate and frail, a refined and elegant handsome man.
The Li Mu Yang of now was tall and broad-shouldered, no different from the God of War described in mythological plays.
"Big Brother." The moment Li Sinian saw the Golden-armored Warrior, she began to weep even more bitterly, her tears surging like a flood. The joy of recovering what had been lost, the relief of meeting again, and all the grievances filling her heart clogged together at once, making her chest ache with suffocation.
She could not utter a single complete sentence and could only let the tears flow endlessly.
"Li Mu Yang..." Qian Du murmured. She suspected that what she was seeing was an unreal illusion. Li Mu Yang had already died—he had self-detonated right before her eyes. How could he possibly have returned alive and unharmed?
"Li Mu Yang isn't dead!"
"That's Li Mu Yang, no mistake!"
Everyone was utterly stunned by this scene.
Li Mu Yang had returned, sent back by the legendary Kunlun Divine Palace. Standing behind him was the mythical nine-headed divine beast, Kaiming Beast.
Could anything be more insane than this?
This was even more difficult to accept than the Abyssal invasion, enough to set an old man's heart pounding.
Taishu Yongsheng and Ying Wuyu were both men of vast experience, yet even their eyes were wide open now. They looked at Li Mu Yang as though they had seen a ghost.
"Have you gotten addicted