"Good thing Wu Haoyang stepped forward. This is no longer a private grudge between Charles and Su Ye, but a conflict between Feng Ying and Dong Huang."
"And we can watch how the people around us react to work out who's friend and who's foe. Once we're inside the Burial God Graveyard, we can decide whom to ally with—and who our real enemies are."
Mm.
Su Ye nodded.
They had no idea what awaited them in the Burial God Graveyard. There might well come a time when they needed allies.
This was a good chance to identify their true friends and enemies.
Su Ye and the others quietly observed the crowd, taking in every expression.
As they gathered information, the clash of auras between Wu Haoyang and Charles reached a stalemate.
Neither could overpower the other.
Charles let out a sinister cackle. His hand, fitted with dark-gold metal claws, darted toward Wu Haoyang.
Just then—
"Both of you, stop!"
Boom—
An even more powerful aura descended from above.
In an instant, the tigerlike Wu Haoyang and the sinister Charles both buckled at the knees. They nearly fell.
So strong!
Su Ye felt it too, as though Taishan itself were bearing down on him.
For a moment, he struggled to breathe.
He looked up.
Three figures were descending slowly.
One dressed in black, one in white.
They were old acquaintances: Black and White Impermanence.
As for the third figure...
Xiao Wushang!
Su Ye's pupils contracted.
No. This wasn't Xiao Wushang.
The newcomer was much younger and had a sharper air, but his features and the impression he gave were strikingly similar to Xiao Wushang's.
Even the long blade on his back was identical to Xiao Wushang's.
And the aura he gave off was unmistakably that of a King!
Who...
*Who was