The Master of Soaring Clouds Grotto's words gave Chen Yuan a new understanding of him.
Previously, Chen Yuan had merely felt that although the man seemed rather wretched, emerging in every era only to be thrashed, his strength was by no means weak.
After all, his opponents were the supreme powerhouses who stood at the pinnacle of each era.
Now, however, Chen Yuan felt that his greatest strength was not his power, but his mindset.
Any powerhouse who could reach the pinnacle, regardless of temperament-domineering, cruel, or carefree-had the dignity of the strong. If they wanted to kill someone, they would do it openly.
Yet the Master of Soaring Clouds Grotto felt no shame whatsoever about being unable to defeat his opponents. He even openly declared that he simply lived long enough to outlast them, then came back to bully their juniors.
The crucial thing was that he said this with smug satisfaction, even taking pride in it.
A powerhouse was not terrifying. What was terrifying was a Supreme Realm powerhouse who had no shame at all, who would even ambush a junior like Chen Yuan. With such caution, his destructive potential far exceeded Kongjian's.
Intense, murderous intent flashed through Lu Beiming's eyes. His blood energy and Primordial Spirit surged fiercely at once, and in an instant, heaven and earth changed color as wind and clouds churned!
Although Lu Beiming no longer had the Time-Reversing Cicada, he had once stepped into the Supreme Realm's Martial Extremity Realm. Fighting for his life now, he carried a measure of Supreme Realm might.
Kongjian did not recognize the Master of Soaring Clouds Grotto, but he knew that the man had come for Chen Yuan.
Without another word, Kongjian's blood energy boiled and Buddhist light shone everywhere. Ten thousand rays of Buddhist light erupted