(Second update)
"This..."
The three gray-clad men from the Clear Sky Sect looked at one another, unable to believe it.
Yang Ming had taken down the Three-Headed Chimaera that easily?
That was an existence comparable to a peak Soul Saint!
But the facts were right before them. No matter how unwilling the three of them were to admit it, Yang Ming, the Sky-Blasting Gang's envoy, was absurdly powerful!
Nothing else happened along the rest of the journey.
Flying all the way, Yang Ming arrived at the fifth mountain peak. This was the final peak one had to cross to enter the Clear Sky Sect. The reclusive Clear Sky Sect stood atop this mountain.
Though there were no pavilions or towers, the sight before them was still a castle-like complex. The entire structure was gray, as though it were part of the mountain itself, occupying nearly the entire mountaintop.
Yang Ming did not head over immediately. Instead, he found an open patch of ground on the peak and waited for Tang San and the others to catch up.
They had not flown over, but honestly taken the cableway, so naturally they could not move very quickly. Taking advantage of the interval, Yang Ming sat cross-legged, faced the sun, and regulated his breathing. As he replenished his depleted Soul Power, he also raised his mind, body, and spirit to their peak.
After all, he was here on behalf of the Sky-Blasting Gang to annex the Clear Sky Sect. The other side probably would not let him succeed so easily.
More than an hour later, Tang San and the others finally arrived.
When the burly gray-clad man at the front saw Yang Ming meditating, a trace of admiration flashed through his eyes.
Before this, he had been somewhat jealous that Yang Ming had