"Jun Wuyou."
Long Yan's gaze sharpened. The man who had arrived was none other than Jun Wuyou, Jun Wuhui's sworn enemy.
However, his attention was focused on the young man standing behind Jun Wuyou.
The youth wore black clothes and had an ordinary face. His robust body was that of a Martial God at the Ninth Level. But Long Yan sensed a powerful aura from within him that made his heart tremble.
This black-clothed young man was definitely not ordinary; his strength might not be as simple as that of a Martial God Ninth Level.
"Jun Wuyou, what do you mean by this?"
Jun Wuhui stood up, his Emperor Realm's momentum unfolding, and looked at Jun Wuyou with hostility.
Yan Wubing also stood up, warily watching Jun Wuyou and the black-clothed young man. Long Yan remained still.
"Big brother, don't be too agitated."
Jun Wuyou laughed, casually dragging a chair from the side and sitting down. The black-clothed young man stood behind him, his arms crossed over his chest.
