"I am Lin Dong. My respects to you both, Holy Sons."
Inside the Primordial Secret Realm.
As Lin Dong cupped his hands in greeting, a flicker of surprise passed through both Ling Zhanzi's and Ling Jianzi's eyes.
They were both Upper Rank Earth Sovereigns. Ling Zhanzi, in particular, would not feel pressured even by an ordinary Great Perfection Earth Sovereign.
Yet this young man holding a Thunder Staff gave them a stifling sense of pressure, as though neither would have any chance of escape if he decided to attack them.
"No wonder even Xiong Ba admires him so much."
Ling Zhanzi and Ling Jianzi exchanged a glance and sent each other the same voice transmission.
"Hahaha, no need to stand on ceremony. Brother Lin Dong, we're delighted to have you join us. Welcome!" Ling Zhanzi hastily cupped his hands in return and laughed heartily. After all, even within this Primordial Secret Realm, few people could make him feel pressured. Lin Dong deserved his respect.
"Indeed, Brother Lin Dong. Welcome to the Western Heaven War Hall's camp," Ling Jianzi quickly added.
Lin Dong smiled at their words. "You're too kind, Holy Sons. I merely thought it would be easier to enjoy the shade beneath a great tree."
"Eh? Brother Lin Dong, don't say that. With your strength, any faction you joined would treat you as an honored guest.
"When you defeated me earlier, you made it look utterly effortless. I reckon that if you used your full strength, you could separate my head from my body in no more than three moves." Seeing how courteous Lin Dong was, Xiong Ba hurriedly waved his hands. Of course, his main purpose was to tell Ling Zhanzi and Ling Jianzi that this was a powerful man worthy of their attention.
"You're far too modest,