Tang Ming had endured in silence for many years, and finally, Kou Zhen was dead.
Lu Jing was even older than Kou Zhen and, even if he didn't die, was hardly able to move and couldn't exert more than 80% of his strength.
And he was only around seventy years old, still retaining a hint of his peak charm.
As for the younger generation, actually, there was no one who could defeat him. What was more important was that he now had helpers.
The Desert Martial Saint Murong Yan, the personal disciple of Murong Xuan.
"Before our ancestor shattered the void, he told me that one day you would lead us to take back our ancestral land. Thank heavens, you have finally come," the middle-aged Hu man said with a smile.
At Tang Ming's side stood a middle-aged man with pale skin and red hair, sporting short hair and wearing foreign clothes; this was the Ice Emperor of the Rakshasa Kingdom, also an extremely powerful Great Grandmaster.
