Ling Han's thoughts wandered. Golden Generation, old monsters and little monsters from endless ages ago all appeared in this era. It shouldn't be a coincidence, right?
While he was thinking, the young man wearing the Battle Armor also walked out of the demonic mist. His lanky figure was exuding an unyielding killing intent, causing others to involuntarily tremble.
"I am Yang Yihuan." This young man smiled, appearing very gentle, "Greetings, seniors."
All the Saints nodded slightly. After all, there was a Saint standing right next to him. Furthermore, it was very possible that Yang Yihuan's elder was a Pseudo-Emperor. Thus, they still had to give him some face.
Yang Yihuan looked towards those youngsters, "I would like to issue a challenge to all the young prodigies. Is there anyone willing to bestow a move on me?"
The Imperial Sons exchanged looks, and for a moment, no one spoke.
