Dibo looked down below, his eyes brimming with the anticipation of revenge.
"Kid, long time no see!" Dibo snorted as he looked at Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng raised his head and met Dibo's gaze. "So it's you."
"It seems that over the past century, you've grown quite a bit."
"If I'm not mistaken, you must have pocketed quite a lot of divine sand."
Dibo snorted. "Come to think of it, I have to thank you."
"If it weren't for you, how would I have gotten such an opportunity?"
Among ancient cultivators, not everyone could obtain divine sand to temper their bodies.
Divine sand was, after all, controlled by only a select few.
For someone like Boya, divine sand was the very resource that cemented his status.
Though his body had long since been tempered to its utmost limit, granting him strength far beyond that of other ancient cultivators, he still would not casually bestow divine sand upon other ancient cultivators.
Because holding divine sand meant holding power.
Jiang Feng gave a soft laugh. "So you came in here specifically to thank me?"
Dibo caught the mockery in Jiang Feng's words. "That's right. I really did come to thank you properly!"
As he spoke, his expression abruptly changed, and an immense aura bore down on Jiang Feng. "Give me your life!"
With a thunderous roar, Dibo stretched out a hand. Wrapped in formidable power, it came crashing straight down on Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng sighed inwardly. "His power really has increased enormously!"
"This body of mine, which hasn't cultivated the Golden Cauldron Divine Body, is absolutely no match for him!"
Jiang Feng knew full well that this external incarnation of his, which had not been tempered by divine sand, was no match for a descendant of the ancient barbarian race like