Watching the four return to their respective positions and prepare to activate the formation, Lu Cang stood at its very center with his arms folded and laughed heartily.
He simply stared at Ye Lin, as though mocking Ye Lin for overestimating himself.
Yet Ye Lin merely smiled faintly and said nothing.
What a joke. In terms of righteousness, he, Ye Lin, was more righteous than anyone.
In terms of cunning, he was more cunning than anyone as well.
Lu Cang's words could not shake his state of mind in the slightest.
Couldn't beat him? Then he couldn't beat him. But there were plenty of ways to kill him.
This was the excuse Ye Lin gave himself. It was a fact that he could not defeat Lu Cang; he truly had no way to deal with Lu Cang before him. But there were plenty of ways to kill him.
He admitted that Lu Cang was strong, and he admitted that Lu Cang was arrogant. He truly had the right to be arrogant.
But the one who laughed last was the king.
The one who laughed last was the true powerhouse.
The world admired the strong, but there was another saying: the one who lived until the end was the strongest.
If you fell midway, then no matter how monstrous your talent had once been, you would gradually be forgotten by the world.
In an instant, the formation activated—the Four Symbols Immortal-Slaying Formation.
"Roar..."
At that moment, a lofty dragon's roar sounded behind Ye Lin. An Azure Dragon with claws bared and fangs exposed coiled behind him, its lantern-sized eyes staring deeply at Lu Cang across from it.
Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise.
For a time, the Four Sacred Beasts stood behind the four of them respectively.
Lu Cang,