Rain poured down.
The sky and earth were dark.
Amid the gloomy wind and rain, the newcomer emerged step by step from the vast curtain of rain like a demon from a tale of the supernatural.
He made no unnecessary movements, yet his oppressive presence swept relentlessly forward like a flood or a savage beast, making it hard to breathe.
Lian Youming raised his eyelids and watched the figure striding toward him. His expression unchanged, he asked softly, "Are you the God of Tai Sui, one of the Five Elders of the Mountain Guardians?"
"Heh heh, interesting. I went into slumber during the Republic of China era, yet you recognize me?" The God of Tai Sui walked barefoot, wearing a floral short-sleeved shirt and a somewhat baggy pair of beach shorts.
But he was simply too large, with huge hands and feet, broad shoulders, and a wide back. Standing around two meters tall, he made even those clothes look rather tight.
Even in ancient times, such a man would have been a peerless warrior capable of taking on ten thousand men.
"I was going to wait a little longer, until this blasted gathering of your Three Teachings was over. But watching you play at fighting like children, I really couldn't help myself. Heh heh, you won't blame me for taking advantage of your weakness, will you?" With his hands behind his back and his red hair hanging loose, the God of Tai Sui pressed forward step by step. His gait was exceedingly strange, his upper body bent low and forward, like a hunched vulture or a fierce beast craning its head to look around.
He joked and smiled, but his eyes held nothing but ferocity and malice.
Lian Youming did not rise, seemingly doing his utmost to recover his strength