"I admit I underestimated you, but you underestimated me too!"
Watanabe Hashimoto, whose limbs Lin Shuguang had shattered, slowly rose from the rubble.
One dull, thunderous boom after another echoed from his body as he grew steadily taller. The fading sunlight fell over him, as though cloaking him in a thin layer of crimson flame.
Watanabe Hashimoto tore the cracked mask from his face, a cold sneer curling his lips. His entire aura became particularly vicious, cruel, and savage.
He was now stronger than before.
Lin Shuguang frowned slightly as he watched this man from Eastern Ying, who had used some unknown secret technique.
He frowned more because Watanabe Hashimoto gave him a feeling that was not unfamiliar...
This feeling... the Ancient Corpse Tribe!
Lin Shuguang instantly identified the eerie feeling this man from Eastern Ying gave him.
Whether the words "Ancient Corpse Tribe" had provoked Watanabe Hashimoto was unclear, but his aura immediately churned as he roared in the language of Eastern Ying, "For insulting the great God of Sovereignty, you deserve ten thousand deaths!"
As he spoke, extraordinarily intense bursts of force exploded through the hall. Fierce winds howled, surging like mighty rivers.
Lin Shuguang raised an eyebrow at the man from Eastern Ying, his gaze flickering.
Shen Hongxue's earlier appearance had taught him about the Ancient Corpse Tribe and a particularly grim period of history. Now, this mysterious man from Eastern Ying made Lin Shuguang believe her story even more.
The Ancient Corpse Tribe existed!
Then did the Great Qian Dynasty exist too?
Eagerness filled Lin Shuguang's heart, and he wanted all the more to master the cultivation methods of that era.
He stared intently at Watanabe Hashimoto.
That look, as though he were eyeing prey, made Watanabe Hashimoto extremely uncomfortable. Waves of force surged from his