Under everyone's watchful eyes, Bai Zhancheng had already begun walking toward the sky, his burly frame looming before Xiao Lian and making it seem as though he were picking on him.
Su Xingchen stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He showed no intention of joining the fight; in fact, he didn't even seem inclined to speak.
Bai Shan and the others found it puzzling. The man who usually exchanged a few words with his opponent—why was he so quiet today?
Xiao Lian calmly drew his gaze back from the distance and looked at Bai Zhancheng with complete indifference.
In his eyes, this man was no match for him. Not even with his internal injuries.
Bai Zhancheng's expression remained solemn. Though he had never fought Xiao Lian himself, he was far from unfamiliar with him.
Millions of years ago, the Ancient Chaos Race had been teeming with experts and gathered with geniuses. As one of the most dazzling talents of the younger generation, Xuanyuan Lian's name had rung out like thunder.
In terms of birth, talent, cultivation, or combat prowess, he had been second to none in that era.
After the war began, who knew how many Immortal Spirit Race members had died beneath his dragon claws?
Back then, whenever they heard Xuanyuan Lian's name—or the name of the force he led—many members of their race were filled with fear.
It wasn't until later, in a desperate bid to bolster their fighting spirit, that they spared no expense and dispatched the Immortal Spirit Race's three Great Elders and forty top experts to form the Immortal Spirit Guard.
Through a secret message sent by a spy who was a practitioner of gu magic, they finally surrounded and annihilated him within the Alchemist Race's territory. Only then did the Immortal Spirit