Just as Song Qi's killing intent soared into the sky, a voice cut through the air. "Who's talking so big? Let me give it a try."
As soon as the words fell, three figures emerged from the woods behind the crowd. It was Xu Yi, with the two little ones in tow.
"Wang Qianqiu!"
"Brother Wang!"
"Qi-bearer!"
"..."
The scene instantly erupted. The three different forms of address corresponded to three different identities.
The first two needed no explanation. The third referred to the outsiders who had escaped from other Origin Steles.
The legend of Wang Qianqiu had already spread among the Immortal Destiny Users. Many cultivators from the other three realms also knew who had started the Star Shuttle.
"Brother Xiong, you don't look too good. Why don't you rest? Leave the rest to me."
Xu Yi raised a hand to stop Desolate Ancestor, who had already begun to tear up, then clasped his fists toward Xiong Bei Ming.
He had been there for a while. He had witnessed Xiong Bei Ming's final battle and had a good understanding of the situation.
He had scattered the Unlucky Legion behind him around the perimeter, where they formed a loose encirclement.
"Brother Wang, be careful. That bastard has no sense of honor whatsoever."
Xiong Bei Ming gave him a warning, then sat down.
All the Immortal Destiny Users stared at Xu Yi, their eyes filled with unease and worry.
"Heh, this trial really is interesting. The fearless, the big talkers, the hard-boned—they just keep popping up, one after another. Still, everyone here knows you, which means you really are no ordinary man. You're someone worth my personal attention."
Song Qi spoke at his leisure. "I hope you don't disappoint me. Go ahead and make the first move. I'd like to see