A Horse Doesn't Get Fat Without Night Grass

God Emperor Buya's eyes were icy and vicious. Though he looked at Dongbo Xueying, he remained vigilantly alert to his surroundings. Could a God Emperor suddenly emerge from the shadows? Or perhaps a God Emperor was hidden within some cave-heaven treasure Divine Lord Qingyun carried with him?

"Hm? What kind of look is that from Divine Lord Qingyun?" As God Emperor Buya swung his claw, intending to smash the black-robed young man before him into dust, he discovered that this "Divine Lord Qingyun," who should have been terrified, was standing calmly upon the river's surface, a trace of pity in his eyes.

A pitying gaze... directed at him?

God Emperor Buya could not comprehend it.

Boom.

Then God Emperor Buya felt everything around him change...