Xi Sang spared no one else a glance. His gaze fixed squarely on the man standing proudly with a spear, and he asked with a trace of puzzlement, "You're Di Yang?"
In an instant, Di Yang felt a terrifying pressure bear down on him like a colossal mountain, forcing a muffled grunt from his throat.
He stared at Xi Sang. Though he had never seen him before, he understood at once that this was unquestionably a Taboo.
Damn it! All we did was plunder a little gold and silver. How did that bring a Taboo here in person?! And he seems to have come specifically for me!
Di Yang had never imagined his luck could be this poor. Bitterness filled his heart. Teacher, your disciple may no longer be able to honor you.
When he still received no answer, Xi Sang spoke again, his voice icy. "What is your relationship with Declining Fate?"
At those words, Di Yang slowly raised his head, calm returning to his eyes. He had clawed his way out of the mortal world and survived countless brushes with death. Why should he fear a mere Taboo?
He leveled his spear at Xi Sang high among the clouds, stirred his true qi, and roared, "Old dog, your granddaddy here is Di Yang!"
The wind carried his shout across the entire battlefield, his voice echoing between heaven and earth.
Xi Sang's face instantly darkened.
Within the valley, Chu Mo stood with his eyes lowered, seemingly lost in thought. Suddenly, a white-bearded old man stumbled in, his expression frantic.
"T-True Person! Something terrible has happened!"
The old man's face was deathly pale, as though his parents had passed away. His voice trembled. "The soul lamps of all those who went to the Jinming Ancient Kingdom have gone out! The