"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—you said it yourself: thirty years! It's only been sixteen years!"
Ancestor Ran Mu stared at Jiang Yun as though he were a monster. Recalling the invincible aura that had flashed from him moments ago, he still found it hard to believe.
Disregarding his seniority, he insisted on dragging Jiang Yun out into the stars for a spar—one where he could use an Emperor Weapon while Jiang Yun had to fight with his bare hands.
Thirty years refers to time spent cultivating, Jiang Yun retorted silently. He did not say it aloud, though. That would be far too arrogant, and might get him beaten.
Faced with his clansmen's incredulous looks, Jiang Yun took them and Ancestor Ran Mu through an opened Heavenly Gate to a desolate, uninhabited starfield.
Ancestor Ran Mu had only been joking about using an Emperor Weapon. Jiang Yun could see through his strength clearly: Great Saint Sixth Heaven.
His cultivation was close to Qi Tian's, and his combat strength was not far off either. But Jiang Yun was no longer the Jiang Yun he had been before.
The next moment, a battle between Great Saints erupted in the Star Sea. A heart-shaking aura swept outward, life and death alternating as though they had burst forth from the endless starry expanse of antiquity.
"Come!"
Ancestor Ran Mu's voice shook the Nine Heavens. The aura Jiang Yun had released earlier had been difficult for him to withstand.
Even if Jiang Yun could unleash it only briefly, his strength could no longer be underestimated. He was not the boy he had once been. There was no need to hold back; Ran Mu could go all out.
In an instant, mysterious symbols burned around Ran Mu like a furnace. Vast energies intertwined,