"What!?"
The white-haired old man was dumbfounded on the spot. Things hadn't gone the way he'd expected.
But when he thought back to how he'd been insulted and was about to lose his temper, only to find that everything had actually been perfectly reasonable, he realized he couldn't find any excuse to attack Cheng Yun.
"You're dead!!"
Cheng Yun had built his whole persona around being a sweet, innocent fool. Now he flew into a rage and thrust his spear at the white-haired old man.
A surging tide of immortal power burst from his body. It unleashed the terrifying pressure of an Immortal King, while the Immortal Spear in his hand gleamed with light, as though it had gathered endless, mysterious power.
Hum! Hum!
Piercing cries rang out, shaking heaven and earth.
Cheng Yun abruptly raised his Immortal Spear and thrust it at the white-haired old man. The light on its tip shone as brilliantly as the blazing sun, while interwoven beams formed resplendent patterns, like mysterious runes dancing in the air.
"Wait! I really am your grandmaster's grandmaster!!"
The white-haired old man snapped out of his brief stupor and hurriedly shouted at Cheng Yun.
If his true body had been here, he wouldn't have wasted his breath on Cheng Yun. If a child didn't listen, he could just beat some sense into him. But this wisp of his divine consciousness had barely managed to get out here. If it was destroyed, it would be gone for good.
"Old bastard, you dare claim to be my master's senior!?"
Cheng Yun seemed certain the other man wasn't Zhao Yun, and went straight for the words that would set Yun off.
A gigantic, radiant image of a spear came crashing down with the force to destroy heaven and earth, like a brilliant