"Jun Wuyou, you're really getting worse and worse."
Just as Jun Wuyou was about to use the Demon-binding Rope to lock Long Yan, a mocking voice suddenly sounded.
With a faint sound of breaking wind, a figure appeared in front of Jun Wuyou, looking at him with disdain.
The person was a white-robed young man, similar in age to Long Yan, with a slender body, handsome features, and a pair of ink-black eyes beneath his sword-like eyebrows.
"Martial God Cultivation."
Long Yan's gaze slightly raised, and he recognized the white-robed young man's cultivation base at a glance.
The white-robed young man had reached the first level of the Martial God Realm. Judging by his aura, he should have just broken through to the Martial God Realm and hadn't yet stabilized his realm.
"Yan Wubing, so you're here after all."
Jun Wuyou looked at Yan Wubing, and a murderous intent appeared in his eyes.
