But in the time it takes a spark to fly, he had no time to ponder thoroughly, and with a step, he darted among hundreds of weapons.
Thud!
Unable to dodge in time, a heavy halberd grazed by, wounding his arm, but in an instant, the arm recovered, because this body of his was condensed from the Qi of Wan Ming and not corporeal.
On the first page of the Wan Ming Tome, the middle-aged Immortal looked at Han Yi, his eyes revealing a change.
With a wave of his hand, the myriad thrusting weapons naturally dissipated.
"You, have you cultivated the Wan Ming Tome?"
"I mean, the true legacy of the Wan Ming Tome, not the Nether Slave Chapter, right?"
The middle-aged Immortal suddenly became excited.
But Han Yi merely showed a trace of realization and said softly,
"You recognize me?"
"Are you the Wan Ming Immortal Sovereign?"
