"Three-Star Dou Zun? How is that possible?!"
The instant Hun Changqing appeared, Gu Ming, who was inside the spatial rift, sensed the aura erupting from him without restraint. His wrinkled, aged face twitched violently, and his eyes filled with shock as he cried out in disbelief.
Hun Changqing had broken through from Peak Dou Zong to Dou Zun right before his eyes. Only a year had passed-barely enough time for anyone else to stabilize their cultivation-yet Hun Changqing had already advanced two stars to become a Three-Star Dou Zun. Even a god-grade bloodline could not pull off something like that. Gu Ming almost wondered whether he was dreaming. The scene before him had shattered everything he knew and seemed utterly unreal.
"It seems I really do need to return to the clan and make preparations."
Gu Ming was not the only one who lost his composure. Beside him, Gu Xun'er's eyes were also filled with astonishment. A moment later, she narrowed them slightly, cold, shadowy light flickering in her beautiful gaze as she watched Hun Changqing meaningfully. Her red lips parted, and she murmured softly.
"It seems we have other guests. Come out. There's no need to keep hiding."
Meanwhile, Hun Changqing, who had appeared and instantly erased the attacks the three Dou Zun had launched at Medusa, was about to begin his slaughter when he suddenly sensed a faint spatial fluctuation in the void above the Netherworld Hall. His already bone-chilling eyes grew colder still. Looking toward Gu Ming and Gu Xun'er's position in the void, he called out impassively.
"Miss."
Hearing Hun Changqing's words, Gu Ming turned to Gu Xun'er, his voice apologetic. He truly had not expected Hun Changqing's senses to be so keen that he could detect the faint fluctuation of aura Gu Ming had inadvertently