"Taiyi!"
When Tai Shang first heard this name, he felt only a majestic, righteous voice reverberating through the universe, resounding across heaven and earth.
He was extraordinarily intelligent, and almost instantly arrived at a rough conjecture.
"So that was it. The Golden Crow died, and Taiyi ferried him across!"
He lowered his head and sighed.
At the same time, much of the hatred in his heart born of his beloved Water Linglong's death vanished in an instant.
Sensing the change in Tai Shang, Jiang Yang paced forward again, stopped ten steps away from him, and praised him with a smile.
"Your intelligence truly has no equal throughout the ages, Tai Shang!"
The summit of Zhou Mountain was something of a level stretch, carpeted with green grass and surrounded by verdant trees, with craggy rocks at its edges and mountain winds swirling around it.
Two figures of peerless bearing stood ten steps apart, facing one another.
One was cold and unfeeling, Dao arts arising naturally around him, his aura ancient and timeless.
The other was radiant and spirited, possessed of a king's majesty and a resplendent bearing.
At the edge of the Zhou Mountain Royal Court, a group of Yao guarding Zhou Mountain witnessed this scene and hardly dared to breathe.
Of these two, one was their king, who had once again established his supreme authority; the other was the supreme human expert who had once defeated the Golden Crow and slain him upon his throne.
In their eyes, the two great figures were practically face-to-face, and a clash could erupt at any moment!
In their hearts, they naturally favored Jiang Yang's victory, but they also knew that Tai Shang had once defeated the Golden Crow with ease.
Tai Shang's arrival at the Zhou Mountain Royal Court this time could hardly