Yang Lingtian's gaze narrowed slightly, and he nodded. "Mm, looks like he just went through a fierce battle."
The two exchanged a glance and heightened their vigilance.
Central Continent truly was nothing like Eastern Continent. Anyone they casually encountered might be a Divine Sect Realm expert.
Though the other party was heavily injured, even a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. He was not to be underestimated.
That aura drew closer and closer, moving at an astonishing speed.
Before long, a battered figure appeared at the edge of their vision.
He was a middle-aged man dressed in black robes, with a withered face, sinister eyes, and traces of undried blood at the corners of his mouth.
He fled for his life while glancing back warily, seemingly trying to evade some pursuer.
When he saw Yang Lingtian and Yang Dingtian walking across the plain, he froze for a moment.
Then, a greedy and crazed gleam burst from his sinister eyes.
"Heh heh heh..." A harsh, grating laugh came from the black-robed man's mouth.
Without hesitation, he changed direction and charged violently toward Yang Lingtian and Yang Dingtian like a starving wolf pouncing on its prey.
"You two fools who don't know when you're outmatched are just in time to become supplements for this lord's recovery."
The black-robed man's voice was hoarse and venomous, filled with undisguised killing intent and greed.
His murky eyes locked onto Yang Lingtian and Yang Dingtian as though he were looking at two walking treasures of medicine.
"Who are you? We have no grudge against each other, so why block our path?" Yang Lingtian asked warily.
"Haha, before you die, I'll let you know this lord's name. This lord is Tang Xuan." The other man sneered.
"Blame your bad luck for running into this lord