Perhaps because he had resolved his lingering worries, Lin Gui's aura grew even more vigorous. Yet unlike before, his imposing presence held no killing intent. He simply wished to fight Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu nodded. "Then I shall also witness the abilities of True Man Lin."
He knew that under the present circumstances, setting aside Lin Gui's own desire for battle, if the man did not fight him, he would have no way to account for himself to Daoist Xing. His clansmen might well be implicated at once.
He had never before encountered a cultivator like Lin Gui, one whose attainments seemed innate. Yet he had met quite a few divine and wondrous creatures born with such accomplishments. The ancient gods, including Ipal, were such beings, and the Moqi Gods could barely be counted among them as well.
The reason those races could achieve this was mostly because they had obtained a portion of the High One's power. Thus, he surmised that Lin Gui's possession of such strength might also be related to some great power of the higher realm.
In truth, his judgment was not far from Origin Xia's own deduction. For that very reason, Origin Xia had always suppressed Lin Gui, preventing him from suddenly breaking into the higher realm.
Seeing Zhang Yu accept the challenge, Lin Gui's fighting spirit surged higher. He said, "Excuse me." As his words fell, he merely tapped the ground beneath his feet and transformed into a streak of fiery light that shot through the air toward Zhang Yu. He employed no special method of attack, simply crossing his arms before him and charging straight in.
What he relied on in battle was his own body, along with his incomparably tyrannical strength. Every other divine ability and Dao technique existed only to support