Ranked third on the Holy List, just this terrifying ranking alone was enough to deter the vast majority of people.
"Quite the spectacle," Ling Hanye commented as he gazed at the black-clothed figure in the sky, smiling lightly. Intense combativeness surged in his eyes.
Ye Xuan nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on that figure, then at the atmosphere that was almost boiling over. In the current Heavenly Martial Holy Land, the only person who could possess such absolute charisma, almost like a flag-bearer, indeed, was none other than Sikong Wuji.
Even Ling Hanye, also a favored son of the heavens, conceded a bit to him.
"Ling Hanye, long time no see. There's no need to stare at me like that as soon as you arrive, right?" Sensing Ling Hanye's gaze, Sikong Wuji turned his head and chuckled.
"I'm just curious to see how much you've improved over this time. Don't let me surpass you too easily," Ling Hanye said with a light smile.
