When Ye Zhen returned to Yun Peng's mansion, Yun Peng, his face flushed red from drinking, was still competing with Ling Qianbi and Ye Zhen's phantom body in a drinking contest.
After suffering a setback on Five Immortal Island, Yun Peng had resolutely returned to the Taimeng Demon Realm to cultivate bitterly, hoping to catch up to Ye Zhen, defeat him openly and honorably, and reclaim his pride.
Yet seeing Ye Zhen again left Yun Peng's heart cold as ice.
Over the past few years, Yun Peng had cultivated arduously, and his cultivation had soared all the way to the third level of the World King Realm. His rate of improvement could not be called slow.
But Ye Zhen, in the same span of time, had soared from the third level of the Spirit-Connecting Realm to the Mystic Palace Realm Ninth Heaven Peak.
Nearly two whole major realms!
What was even more fatal was the feeling of towering mountains that Ye Zhen gave him.
Logically, with his third-level World King Realm cultivation, Ye Zhen should have been the one looking up at him as though gazing upon towering mountains.
Yet in reality, it was Yun Peng who felt as though he were gazing up at towering mountains whenever he looked at Ye Zhen.
It was as if Ye Zhen were the majestic White Tiger Mountain Range, while he, Yun Peng, was merely a stone at its foot.
With all of this added together, although Yun Peng was unwilling to believe it, he had no choice but to admit that Ye Zhen's strength had improved far more than his own.
If he wanted to defeat Ye Zhen and reclaim his pride, it was basically impossible now.
Thinking that all his years of effort had become flowers reflected in a mirror and