Yang Ling quietly entered the main hall, stood in a corner, and opened Wang Yu's attribute panel.
Both attributes exceeded a thousand. He was a Grandmaster who had recently entered the Middle Fourth Rank.
His strength and foundations would be no weaker than Shi Haixuan's.
At that moment, Shi Haixuan had been sitting in a corner all along, keeping a low profile.
When Yang Ling arrived, he merely gave him a casual glance, keeping his attention mainly on the Abyssal Martial Artist Wang Yu.
"I don't know whether Heaven always brings things full circle. All I know is that you came to Golden Lion Ridge to make threats. Did you ever think about whether you could still leave?"
Zhu Xiu smiled. "Forty years ago, you had just entered the Lower Fourth Rank. With your aptitude, in these past forty years... have you even managed to reach the threshold of the peak of the Lower Fourth Rank?"
Wang Yu laughed. "Oh, Zhu Xiu. Why don't you ask Shi Haixuan what my cultivation is now?"
Zhu Xiu froze and glanced at Shi Haixuan.
The two lampbearers, Xu and Xiao, also looked somewhat grave.
This remnant of the Crimson-Refined Fire Flood Dragon Sect had acted against Jiajiu City multiple times in the Abyssal Beast Cavern.
He had also clashed with the Abyssal Army several times.
His strength had already been assessed as Middle Fourth Rank.
Shi Haixuan said, "Wang Yu is in the Middle Fourth Rank."
"Middle Fourth Rank? Looks like you've eaten quite a few good things in the Abyssal Beast Cavern."
Zhu Xiu's face turned livid as he scrutinized Wang Yu from head to toe. He had never expected someone whose cultivation and aptitude he considered utterly ordinary to enter the Middle Fourth Rank before him.
"Wang Yu, why have you