"Hmph, you don't look very smart either."
A chill deepened in Jun Wuhui's eyes. As powerful as he was, why would he need to explain himself to anyone? The weak had no seat before the strong. Even though his opponent was also in the Saint Realm, his invincible heart still refused to believe the other man could stand as his equal!
As his cold snort faded, Jun Wuhui casually waved a hand. Jun Zhantian, still kneeling on the ground, shot out of the cave like an arrow loosed from a bow, as though wheels had sprouted beneath his feet.
His opponent seemed unwilling to let him go. Jun Wuhui knew this battle was unavoidable.
Never mind that I didn't take it-even if I did, what of it? Treasures of heaven and earth belong to those capable of claiming them!
With his concerns out of the way, Jun Wuhui's white robes billowed wildly without a breeze. His terrifying aura climbed higher and higher, crushing the loose stones around him into fragments.
The black-robed man paid Jun Zhantian no heed. To a Saint Realm expert like him, Jun Zhantian was merely a slightly stronger ant. He had only one target: Jun Wuhui!
Facing Jun Wuhui's mounting aura, the black-robed man showed no fear. Instead, he slowly drew a black folding fan from within his robes.
Whoosh!
The black-robed man gave the folding fan a light flick, and its momentum snapped it open. Flecks of inscriptions shimmered across a lifelike painting of cranes calling in chorus.
The black-robed man's aura withdrew as well, losing its earlier brutality and overpowering force. Instead, he seemed like a great scholar from ancient times standing in the mortal world.
"The Immortal-Service Clan?"
Jun Wuhui raised an eyebrow slightly.
The Immortal-Service Clan had once been a reclusive lineage