I'll Fight You Myself

After the two phantom figures dissipated, every sign of activity on Shenshuo Peak vanished with them.

Chen Yang withdrew his divine ability, and before the cultivators' eyes, everything once more became a hazy blur.

Before Peng Tao and the others could ponder what they had just seen, Yang Lingrui was already riding a light breeze. In a flash, he passed through the Sky Curtain and arrived before the crowd.

"Lingrui greets the two ancestors and greets the Patriarch."

Yang Lingrui first saluted the elders of his clan, then turned toward Dongfang Zonggan and the others. "Yang Lingrui of the Northwest Yang Clan greets Ancestor Zonggan, and greets the seniors and fellow Daoists of the Fuyao Sect."

The moment he appeared, everyone from the Fuyao Sect widened their eyes.

What astonished them was not how formidable Yang Lingrui's cultivation or Dao techniques were, but rather that this Yang Clan Prodigy was simply far too striking in appearance!

Especially now, after completely assimilating his insights from seizing the Dao, beyond his flawless features, Yang Lingrui's entire bearing had undergone another transformation.

Previously, he had always given others the impression of a refined, gentle, and modest young master. That was why he had first earned the name Lord of the Wind.

But the Yang Lingrui standing before them today carried, atop that foundation, an added touch of cold severity and distance.

The instant their gazes met, even though he displayed no hostility whatsoever, the three True Person disciples of the Fuyao Sect instinctively felt a few traces of retreat in their hearts.

Some mighty figures with profound cultivation and immense power gave others an air of authority without anger.

Yet Yang Lingrui was different. What the three felt from him was not majesty, but ferocity without anger—an inadvertent leakage of fiendish, baleful intent!