Chen Ya withdrew his fist.
Countless flecks of stone dust sifted down between his fingers.
He had already been missing three fingers, and now the remaining ones trembled slightly, showing signs of exhaustion.
His hard-lined face was filled with weariness, and even looked somewhat aged.
Defeating someone like Peng Lang with a single punch had drained him enormously, even after such lengthy preparation.
He turned toward the people among the rocks and said expressionlessly, "Now, you have lost."
Tong Yan fell silent for a moment, then said, "So you were waiting for him all along."
Yes, after that battered pirate ship spotted the Black Warship in the Kuiper Belt, the immortals of the previous generation had begun setting this trap.
First, they needed to establish the identities of the people aboard that warship.
They all believed Peng Lang was inside, and that he was the one they most needed to guard against.
They had all read that important novel and knew that Peng Lang's cultivation and strength were extraordinary, that he was the most likely to ascend, and also the hardest to deal with.
The first thing they had settled was how to deal with Peng Lang.
After arriving on the surface of Mars and discovering Peng Lang was absent, the immortals of the previous generation had not relaxed their guard. Instead, they had silently continued carrying out their plan, waiting for him to appear.
Peng Lang had returned from the universe, affected by the solar system sword formation, and was in a weakened state.
Chen Ya had struck without warning.
The immortals had finally eliminated this greatest threat, and all breathed a sigh of relief, except Sword Immortal Ensheng.
He looked expressionlessly at Chen Ya and said, "You know where he comes from."
Chen Ya replied just as expressionlessly,