In the Valley, Li Yun stood with his hands behind his back. Watching five auras rapidly approach in the distance, he smiled faintly.
In the past, he would have fled long ago.
Alone in the Great Yan Dynasty, facing five Martial Kings—including one old monster whose aura was unfathomable—what was he waiting for if he did not run?
But things were different now.
Five hundred strands of the Purple Moon Continent's will of heaven and earth had merged into his Heaven's Will. His strength was no longer what it once had been.
More importantly, he needed a fight—a real fight in which he held nothing back—to fuse those newly absorbed strands completely with his Heaven's Will and make them his own.
After all, the will of heaven and earth was only nourishment. Heaven's Will was his own core will.
"Right on time," he murmured.
Moments later, five figures descended from the sky and landed in the Valley.
Their leader was an old man in gray robes, with a stern face, a hooked nose, and eyes as sharp as a vulture's.
The four behind him each had a profound aura. All of them were in the Martial King Realm.
Even the weakest was not far behind the Redfire Martial King.
The gray-robed elder was Martial King Cangjiu.
He glanced over Li Yun, a contemptuous smile curling his lips.
"So you're Lin Zishan, the one who subdued the Dragon Soul? I expected some three-headed, six-armed monster. Turns out you're just a brat who hasn't even grown all his hair."
Li Yun smiled. "You've lived this long, old fossil, and all you can boast about is having more hair?"
Martial King Cangjiu's face darkened.
He had lived for over a century and ruled the Great Yan Dynasty's Attendant Hall with an unquestioned word.