Martial Man was the first to speak, his face filled with rueful emotion. "Long Yun revived? This is actually true? He's been dead for hundreds of years. How could he possibly revive!"
"In this Saint's view, it probably wasn't revival." Wu Ba shook his head and turned his gaze onto Lin Heng. "To be precise, it was reawakening. Long Yun was different from Cang Hui. He never passed away in meditation at all. He chose to sink into slumber himself."
He paused, and his tone lowered.
"In my era, Long Yun and Cang Hui together were existences even the Martial Emperor himself would have to weigh carefully before facing.
The two of them were the peak of that era, not the sort that just any Supreme could be compared to."
The hall fell quiet for a while.
From Wu Ba's meaning, this Long Yun was even stronger than an ordinary Supreme!
Wu Ji folded his arms and frowned. "He named Lin Sizhu and demanded a one-on-one duel. I wonder what Lin Sizhu thinks?"
Everyone's gazes gathered toward Lin Heng.
Lin Heng sat in the main seat, turning a thumb ring in his hand that no one knew where he had dug up from, his expression not fluctuating much.
"When did I ever say I was accepting?"
"I, Lin Heng, am a department chief, not a ringmaster. If he wants a duel, that is his business, not mine."
What kind of joke was this? Any random person wanted to challenge him.
Wouldn't that make him look terribly cheap?
"But the problem is, he has brought people and is making trouble up north. The Sword Sect's people already can't hold out..."
"Then send someone who can hold out." Lin Heng set his gaze on Wu Ba. "Wu Ba, since you're so familiar