Atop the perilous peak, the rain fell as before.
Braving wind and rain, Lian Youming released the outward expansion of his muscles from Iron Shirt. As soon as he passed through the dense woods, he saw that someone had already finished fighting and was waiting in the clearing at the center of Fifth Peak.
It was Xue Hen.
He sat casually on a boulder half a person's height, his right leg dangling and his left bent, one hand resting on his knee and the other suspended in the curtain of rain, letting the water wash the blood from his fingers.
"Heh heh, you're here."
Lian Youming was not the only one to emerge. Almost immediately after him, Gong Wuer and Gu Chan also stepped out.
But at the sight of Xue Hen already seated there, both women's gazes sharpened.
Xue Hen's fighting spirit surged. His hollow, wooden eyes seemed to turn into two eerie ghost lights, gleaming brilliantly in the night as he scrutinized the three figures before him.
"If I could, I'd really like to give you more time to grow!"
Especially upon seeing Lian Youming, Xue Hen abruptly narrowed his eyes, his mouth almost splitting into a grin that reached his ears. His qi dynamics erupted, sending spray flying from his body like a vicious beast on the verge of rampaging, ready to choose someone to devour.
"But I've already sensed that a great age is coming. An unease stirs in my heart, as though an invisible killing intent were closing in on me... today, I'll use this battle to put my heart at ease!"
Lian Youming stretched his muscles and bones and said softly, "You're joking. I can defeat you today!"
His words rang out firmly.
Having said that, Lian Youming looked at Gu Chan, then Gong