"Ling Yang, a disciple of the Divine Light Gate's final generation, pays his respects to the Shaolin Sect Leader." Ling Yang was Sanleng Yuanguang's Daoist name.
The Shaolin Sect Leader and the Wudang Sect Leader exchanged glances, each seeing the surprise in the other's eyes. Then they turned back and struggled to force the words "Patriarch Ling Yang" from their mouths.
"Heh, a homeless stray like me hardly deserves to be called a patriarch," Sanleng Yuanguang said mockingly of himself. Some of the young onlookers did not know what to say.
"Isn't this little fellow that child from the Divine Light Gate all those years ago?" Floating in the air, Death Singer let out a strange laugh. "The aura of death on you martial artists tastes so much better than that of ordinary mortals."
Sanleng Yuanguang paid no heed to Death Singer's mockery. Only after Death Singer stopped rambling did he reply calmly, "Even after ascending to the upper world, people from a lower world cannot conceal the vile aura of their lower world's laws."
"How eloquent. To think someone like you hid under my nose for over a century. I suspect you have quite a connection to this fellow who dreams of becoming a god." Death Singer probably said this because he thought Sanleng Yuanguang had uncovered their plan to create a god.
"Sanleng, so you really were the traitor. I saw every one of your smug little schemes from beginning to end!" shrieked a sleazy-looking middle-aged man.
"Akio Toyoda? He's still alive?" Li Rui cried out. Back then, Akio Toyoda had colluded with a rebel organization in Africa, kidnapping prominent Africans to negotiate with the main army. Lin Feng had also been caught up in the affair. Of course, Lin Feng had emerged unscathed, but Akio Toyoda had