When he left Xuanqing Sect, he could already see the vast forces of the Thirteen Alliances of the Eastern Union in the distance. Their numbers had more than doubled, and their imposing presence was over ten times greater than before.
More than thirty Tribulation Transcending Experts had arrived, along with as many as five Lightning Tribulation Experts.
Judging by their numbers alone, the Thirteen Alliances of the Eastern Union certainly had the strength to claim the throne of Wufeng Country. After all, Wufeng Country was no longer what it used to be. Xu Yi had all but devastated the upper echelons of the entire Cultivation World.
At a glance, Xu Yi picked out their central figure, Zhou Binglin, who flew toward him from afar.
At that same glance, Zhou Binglin's heart erupted. It sank into an endless abyss. Though he had never seen Old Demon Yiling, he was certain after that single look that this man could only be Old Demon Yiling.
It was a feeling—a feeling forged from seeing the world in all its breadth, a keen instinct that could pierce through illusion.
"Well, look at you, you still dare to—"
The Golden Crown Youth shouted. But before he could finish, Zhou Binglin waved a hand, and nearly half the young man's body split open. He stared blankly at his father, eyes bloodshot with fury.
In the next instant, there was nowhere left for the hatred in his eyes to go. His father, the alliance leader of the Thirteen Alliances of the Eastern Union, was bowing his ever-straight back before the imposter in his eyes. With a respectful clasp of his fists, he said, "I am Zhou Binglin. Greetings, Young Master Yiling." Then he respectfully presented the Imperial Seal of the State in his hands.
At that sight, the