Killing intent erupted in the small courtyard.
A terrifying aura burst from Wei Wuji's stick-thin body, bearing down on everything around him.
A fierce wind swept backward. The stone table and stools shattered, sending food and wine flying across the courtyard.
Gu Yin went deathly pale. He stood firm in front of Li Yun, Martial Emperor power surging wildly through him, yet the pressure still sent his blood roiling.
He knew all too well how terrifying the man before him was.
Wei Wuji had grown up in the Great Yan Royal Palace. His natural gifts were extraordinary, and his talent for Martial Dao surpassed everyone of his generation.
Two successive Kings of Yan had trusted him deeply and counted him among their closest confidants.
He had become a Martial Emperor decades ago. Now he had reached the fortieth step of the Martial Dao Ladder, making him one of the Great Yan Dynasty's few supreme experts!
Gu Yin had only recently become a Martial Emperor and had climbed just over thirty steps. Between him and Wei Wuji lay an uncrossable chasm.
"Wei Wuji, must you go this far?"
Gu Yin's rebuke rang out, but he could not hide the tremor in his voice.
Wei Wuji hunched forward, his white hair whipping wildly. His cold eyes swept over Gu Yin, full of scorn.
"Gu Yin, I'm not the one going too far. You simply don't know your own limits!"
"You know you're no match for me, yet you dare stand in my way. If you insist on courting death, why shouldn't I send you to hell myself?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Wuji raised one withered hand.
There was no earth-shaking spectacle. Only a blaze of crimson rose like an ancient sun above the mountains, its light shining in every