Zhou Zili's expression was ice-cold, and he felt not the slightest awe toward the Holy Master who had made a name for himself ten thousand years ago.
In his eyes, Geng Yiyang was nearing the end of his lifespan, and even though he had reached the peak of the Tongxuan stage, it was already a challenge for him to exhibit even most of his combat strength.
Although one level weaker, having recently advanced to the late Tongxuan stage, he was in the prime of his life. Despite having recently burned his blood to offer to the heavens, depleting some of his Essence Yuan, he was still capable of unleashing his full combat power.
It was clear at a glance who was stronger and who was weaker.
Geng Yiyang quietly let go of Chu Zheng and Fu Quanliang behind him and transmitted his voice:
"Go hide in the Small World for now."
