The Golden Progenitor's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He sprang to his feet, his eyes red with excitement.
His gaze was like that of a beast that had gone hungry for days and suddenly spotted its prey.
Heavens above, earth below—he had finally waited long enough.
The Golden Progenitor's hands trembled, his lips quivered, and his teeth chattered.
Heaven knew how much hardship he had endured for this stroke of fortune.
First, his opponent had chopped off three of his fingers, then trampled on his head and humiliated him, and finally beaten him until his backside was a bloody mess.
He had even squandered the foundation of a Great Accomplishment Immortal King. Without some heaven-defying fortune, he would never break through in this lifetime.
He had suffered hardships no Immortal King should ever have had to endure.
With his dream finally within reach, the Golden Old Thief almost wanted to cry.
"Hahaha!"
"Little bastard, you finally came out."
"I've waited for you for over a month. Don't worry, I'll make your death agonizing. I won't let you breathe your last in one quick stroke."
The old thief bared his teeth in a vicious grin and spoke across the distance.
With a clang, the Golden Immortal Spear appeared in his hand, spilling peerless killing light.
This wasn't the world of wind and snow. The old thief's cultivation was no longer suppressed. Though he was in poor condition, he still possessed Immortal King Level strength.
Li Ye came over with the Profound Emperor on his back. The Heavenly Dao Wu Ji Method flowed, weaving an illusory diagram across his body.
Cosmic phenomena intertwined, profound and mysterious, impossible to fathom.
"Old bastard, you really didn't leave."
Li Ye spoke calmly.
Divine Body power surged without end, complementing the Power of Formation.