"You go on ahead. I'll go take a look."
Ye Lin casually called out to the people behind him, then shot straight into the clouds, heading up beyond the nine heavens.
"Let's go. Our main goal now is to work hard and grow stronger. Standing here, all we can do is watch."
"That level of battle isn't something we can take part in."
Seeing Mo Yun's unwilling expression, Wan Feng sighed inwardly and stepped forward to comfort him.
Only those who knew him well understood just how proud Wan Feng was deep down.
But now, ever since they had left the Demonic Sect, they had suffered blow after blow. How could Wan Feng not know what Mo Yun was feeling?
Yet reality was this cruel. Only after arriving here did they realize just how vast heaven and earth were, and how mediocre the talents they had once taken pride in were in this place.
Everyone cast an unwilling glance at the sky before finally heading down to the ground one after another.
Meanwhile, above the heavens, Dugu Feng held his Long Sword, his breathing slightly hurried as he looked at the two men before him.
"Benefactor, you are even more formidable than your elder brother. This humble monk admires you."
Wenxin pressed his palms together, lowered his gaze, and spoke softly.
Dugu Feng before him had completely earned his recognition. He was even somewhat stronger than Gudu Mo had been.
Who knew why this family's genes were so powerful? Their two sons were each more gifted than the last. It simply defied all reason.
"Dugu Feng, this day next year will be your death anniversary. Don't worry—I'll personally come pay you a visit."
Qin Hua held the Golden Spear, an awe-inspiring aura radiating from his entire body as he spoke