At that dragon's roar, the old ghosts in the dungeon first stared at one another in bewilderment, then reacted with astonishment and curiosity, some even cackling incessantly. "Dragon Roaring Iron Shirt! I remember the man who challenged the world with his fists back then, fighting across the Four Extremities, seemed to use that very supreme art."
"Exactly. I heard he was close to Du Xinwu."
"That explains it. This lad has both the Witnessing Art and Dragon Roaring Iron Shirt. He must have quite a background. Wonder what terrible mistake got him thrown in here."
"What good is his background? He has to make it out alive first. Don't forget, a few of those deeper inside lost to his master. They're just waiting to avenge that humiliation."
"Interesting. Now we've got something to watch."
Listening to the commotion deep within the dungeon, everyone perked up.
And what of Lian Youming?
The moment that piercing dragon's roar left his mouth, the already dense killing intent in the darkness surged again.
"Dragon Roaring Iron Shirt?"
A hoarse, low howl came from behind one of the barred gates, sounding both startled and furious.
"Junior! What is Xuanming to you?"
Xuanming was the Junk King's Daoist name.
But Lian Youming had no time to answer. Bolstering his strength with his voice, he used the power of Sound Strike to shoot forward a short distance.
Only to see a swift shadow thrust out through the little opening beneath a barred gate, right toward him.
Thrust out was exactly what it did. Like a python emerging from its hole, the man contracted his body and squeezed through using a bone-shrinking technique.
It seemed these men all knew similar methods.
This man also had disheveled hair and looked like a vicious ghost, his whole body giving off