"Heh, what a grand display. It seemed our daoist friend Ye Han truly possessed extraordinary means!"
At the peak of a distant mountain, several gazes silently watched everything unfold.
As the battle ended,
Ye Han departed,
the white-clothed figure looked toward the entrance, lightly fanned himself, and leisurely spoke.
"Brother Longcheng, this Ye Han is Cloud Water Sect's most renowned new-generation prodigy. Your Golden Extremity Sect has always regarded Cloud Water Sect as its rival. Why didn't you go down and show your hand just now?"
The golden-haired burly figure remained indifferent upon hearing this.
There was not the slightest ripple in his golden pupils. With his arms crossed before his chest, his upright figure naturally carried a sharp, piercing aura, as straight as a long spear.
His gaze rested coldly in the direction Ye Han had vanished, and he said flatly,
"Yin Tianjun, I, Lu Longcheng, do not need you to teach me how to act."
His words
carried a note of pride.
"Nothing special. If that fellow's strength amounted to no more than this, then if he faced me, he would undoubtedly die! I have important matters to attend to here, so what harm is there in sparing him for now?"
"He had best pray he does not encounter me within the Yuantian Realm. Otherwise, hmph!"
"That is true. Brother Longcheng is, after all, a True Man Descendant, with extraordinary methods. How could ordinary people possibly compare?"
The white-clothed figure was not angered by Lu Longcheng's words and spoke leisurely.
"In Brother Longcheng's hands, that talented junior of Cloud Water Sect is no more than pigs and dogs."
"Hmph, Yin Tianjun, there is no need to provoke me! Within the Secret Realm, life and death are determined by fate. Should I encounter that so-called Cloud Water Sect disciple,