The next second, Yan Tianyang frowned, a rare occurrence, and sighed softly.
"I've been proven wrong. I feel regretful. If I had known he was Advanced Psychic, I shouldn't have let him go."
Wei San opened his mouth again. He felt that Yan Tianyang couldn't be blamed for regretting it. The key was, who could have imagined that Jiang Fan, at only seventeen years old, would become Advanced Psychic in such a short time?
Honestly, when he heard the news, he was so shocked he almost sucked all the air out of the tent.
Yan Tianyang suddenly stood up, his expression stern.
I'll go there myself.
"But you can't just leave like that. Why don't I go over there?" Wei San hurriedly advised anxiously.
Yan Tianyang left the base camp last time because of the incident at Fortress No. 31.
Not only was Jiang Fan present, but more importantly, Master Li was also there, so Wei San did not try to dissuade him.
Because he knew that persuasion would be useless.
But if we only focus on Jiang Fan now, and something happens after Yan Tianyang leaves, then we'll be penny-wise and pound-foolish.
"I've made up my mind, you don't need to try to persuade me."
After much deliberation, Yan Tianyang decided to make the trip himself and bring back the seriously injured Jiang Fan.
Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly looked up at the sky.
It was an indescribable, terrifying force that tore through the sky like a speeding meteor or cannonball, stirring up the thick clouds like boiling waves.
Wei San also noticed it, looked up, and his eyes showed deep horror.
He had only ever felt such a terrifying aura from Yan Tianyang.
" Yan Shuai, there's an intruder!"
Yan Tianyang narrowed his eyes, and a powerful aura swept outwards in all directions.
The next second, he suddenly leaped up from the ground, launched himself into the air, and soared into the sky with the force of a thunderbolt.
They managed to intercept the intruders.
The person standing opposite Yan Tianyang was wearing a long red robe with dark gold patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem.
The newcomer did not conceal his appearance. Although his hair was silver and his face had many wrinkles, anyone could tell that he must have been a recognized handsome man in his youth.
"It's you." Yan Tianyang said coldly, his gaze towards the newcomer icy cold.
Pope of the Church of Justice!
Aside from the vanished Holy Lord of the Church of Justice, this Pope is currently the undisputed top figure in the Church of Justice!
The Pope smiled slightly, a warm smile.
If he weren't standing in the void, but instead appeared on the street, dressed in ordinary clothes, to outsiders he would appear as a kind and approachable old man.
" Yan Tianyang, long time no see. I remember the last time I saw you, you were just a reckless young man who feared nothing. I never imagined that in the blink of an eye, you would become the commander of the Divine Wind Camp."
The Pope sighed to himself, as if lamenting the relentless passage of time.
"Why--"
He sighed deeply, "Indeed, Li Ergou, who used to follow the Holy Lord around like a puppy, is all old now."
You dare insult Master Li!
Yan Tianyang conjured a crimson battle blade out of thin air. The blade was incredibly sharp, reflecting a chilling glint under the light.
The moment the sword appeared, the Pope's attention was immediately drawn to it.
" Thousand Tribulations, it's been so long since I've seen this sword."
The Pope's voice was not only filled with emotion, but also with a complex mix of emotions that were hard to define.
Yan Tianyang brandished the knife in his hand. "Since you miss it so much, why don't you stop resisting and let me finish you off with this knife?"
Ignoring Yan Tianyang's words, the Pope continued to stare at the knife in his hand and spoke to himself.
"If Li Ergou hadn't suffered an incurable injury, he wouldn't have been willing to give Thousand Tribulations to you."
The words had barely left his mouth when a blade flashed across his neck.
He took a small step to the side, and in the next instant, the Pope appeared behind Yan Tianyang.
Yan Tianyang noticed it immediately and flashed in front of the Pope, launching another attack.
The Pope held a golden staff horizontally in front of him.
Swords and staffs clashed, their clanging sounds echoing through the air, creating a terrifying shockwave that swept across the entire Divine Wind Camp with overwhelming force.
At that moment, everyone in the Divine Wind Camp was forced to the ground, unable to breathe, by the overwhelming aura.
Only a few highly skilled individuals could barely stand.
" Master Li's surname is Li, and his given name is Thousand Tribulations! Anyone who insults him will be killed!"
Each word was spoken slowly and deliberately, as deep and resonant as muffled thunder.
The Pope raised an eyebrow slightly, paused for two seconds, and then continued speaking.
"You weren't even born back then, so you probably don't know about Li Er—"
At this point, seeing Yan Tianyang twist his wrist in preparation for attack, the Pope refrained from uttering the name " Li Ergou " again.
It wasn't that he was afraid of Yan Tianyang; if it really came down to a fight, he might not necessarily lose.
But it's not worth it.
"His original name wasn't Li Qianjie. As I just mentioned, the name Thousand Tribulations comes from this sword. Back then, the Holy Lord said that the original name was too unpleasant, so he gave him the name Thousand Tribulations and also gifted him the Thousand Tribulations. Actually, this sword originally belonged to me."
In the past, he served the Holy Lord faithfully and made many contributions, all for this Thousand Tribulations.
However, the Holy Lord said that this sword was not meant for him and was not suitable.
He had heard this more than once, and although he was feeling down, it didn't bother him much.
Until one day, he witnessed the Holy Lord handing over Thousand Tribulations to a little kid, which he found hard to accept!
"You came here just to tell me stories?"
Yan Tianyang's tone was a bit impatient; he didn't know how things were going with Jiang Fan.
After all, he was injured by Pseudo Spirit Weapon, and even if he consumed a lot of ordinary Body Restoration Pill, it would be difficult to recover in a short period of time.
Moreover, based on the information Zhou Lingxing...
The Zhou Family, along with the Church of Justice and other forces, are currently engaged in a full-scale attack on Jiang Fan within the secret realm. If Jiang Fan hadn't been injured, things would have been much better.
"Are you in a hurry?"
The Pope smiled slightly, his sharp, eagle-like eyes seeming to see through everything.
" Yan Tianyang, you really have impressed me. Not only did you nurture Ye Qizhen, but you also secretly harbored a Advanced Psychic. A Spirit Master strength is less than the Fourth Rank —to be honest, I truly admire your courage. You were willing to let such a genius enter the secret realm, without even fearing that he would perish here. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't have your courage, so in this respect, I am inferior to you."
Yan Tianyang's face remained expressionless, but inside he was cursing.
Does he even have the guts? He has absolutely no idea that Jiang Fan has already advanced to become Advanced Psychic!
To the uninformed, Advanced Psychic in a cultivation secret realm wouldn't be particularly old, at most around thirty years old. To become Advanced Psychic at that age would definitely make one a national treasure.
But what they didn't know was that Jiang Fan was actually only 17 years old!
He just graduated from high school and is a freshman in college!
If they knew, their jaws would probably drop in utter shock.
The Church of Justice will do everything in its power to get rid of Jiang Fan.