In Kunlun, the mountains were covered in groves of green trees. A white vapor hung in the air, and propitious mists were rising in spirals.
Yuchi Kong remained in complete silence. He had been in Kunlun for the past two days feeling terrible. He had watched the battle in the outer-realm, and the final result left him silent for most of the day.
Currently, the matter was gnawing at his mind. It had been confirmed that the false one Chu Feng was not only still alive, but also possessed an astonishing power and was officially rising up.
Nowadays, even masters of the heaven-illuminator level had invaded. Chu Feng hadn't been affected, and this made Yuchi Kong's brows become deeply furrowed. He felt all manner of judgments had been problematic.
Chu Feng had slaughtered a saint, and now his power was extraordinary.
