Huh? A seed to carry on the Crimson-Refined Fire Flood Dragon Sect's legacy?
What was this Fourth-Rank Grandmaster trying to do?
Suspicion stirred in Yang Ling's heart, and he continued playing dead.
The man had not immediately finished him off. Perhaps there was still a chance of survival.
This instance had set alarm bells ringing in his mind.
There were simply too many variables in an instance this easy!
At the same time, he had gained an entirely new understanding of a Fourth-Rank Grandmaster's offensive power.
It was utter domination!
My strength rivals an Upper Fifth Rank's, but I'm still not on Ji Kongliu's level...
Even Ji Kongliu would probably get killed in one blow against a Fourth-Rank Grandmaster.
A Fourth Rank completely overwhelms a Fifth Rank!
"Stop playing dead. The internal skill you practice is rather unusual. That punch failed to kill you, and you recovered in an instant."
The Fourth-Rank Grandmaster frowned as he spoke.
Yang Ling weakly opened his eyes.
"Senior..."
"Get down here."
Yang Ling jumped down without another word and cupped his fist.
"Senior, I'm a disciple of the Crimson-Refined Fire Flood Dragon Sect too. Even if you've surrendered to the Divine Guard Office, there's no need to actually wipe us all out!"
"Do you know who I am?"
Rather than answer Yang Ling's question, the Fourth-Rank Grandmaster asked one of his own.
Yang Ling considered his words. "My cultivation is shallow, senior. I only know you're a Fourth-Rank Grandmaster of our sect."
"My name is Ji Tianming. Ji Wusuan, the Crimson-Refined Fire Flood Dragon Sect's First Rank Land Immortal, was my grandfather."
Ji Tianming spoke calmly.
The grandson of a First Rank Land Immortal?!
Yang Ling was slightly startled. This might be the biggest badass he had ever met in an instance!
"But few