Xiao Yun was far too powerful. The moment he revealed his strength, Ye Dadao was seized by fear. The terrifying fluctuations of power made him feel as though he were facing a human-shaped True Dragon.
What shocked Ye Dadao, however, was that Xiao Yun was only a Divine Bridge Realm cultivator.
Earlier, he had seen Xiao Yun chasing down his followers and assumed Xiao Yun was in the Cave Heaven Realm. He had never imagined he was only in the Divine Bridge Realm.
A Divine Bridge Realm cultivator had killed several of his Cave Heaven Realm followers in succession. Such talent and strength left Ye Dadao deeply shaken.
So Ye Dadao immediately thought of someone: Xiao Yun, who had once swept through the True Dragon Nest and defeated Jiang Haoran, the Divine Son of the Saint-King Sect.
At the thought, Ye Dadao stared at Xiao Yun with a grave expression and cautiously asked, "Xiao Yun, are you the one who swept through the True Dragon Nest and defeated Li Chengdi?"
Xiao Yun raised an eyebrow and sneered. "I didn't expect you to have heard of me. Did that good-for-nothing Jiang Haoran tell you? How has he been lately? Has he gotten any stronger? I hope he can withstand the might of one of my punches at the next Sacred Land Exchange Meeting."
"So it really is you!" Ye Dadao's eyes narrowed. He drew a sharp breath, realizing he had kicked an iron plate. This Xiao Yun really was the one who had swept through the True Dragon Nest.
There was no doubt that someone with such talent and strength could not be an ordinary disciple of the Chaos Holy Land. Becoming a Holy Son was the bare minimum; he might even become the Chaos Holy Land's Divine Son.
But even