When Lu Yun raised his head, two pillars of black flame burned in his eyes.

Whoosh!

A forceful fire blazed into existence, consuming the flash of emerald light the second it approached Lu Yun’s head. A man dressed in long emerald robes with loose hair flowing over his shoulders paced into view. He held an emerald longbow in his hand, one that was stronger than Jiang Kui’s.

It was very obviously a formidable treasure steeped in the strength of a high supreme.

“Finally, someone with a bit more bite to them!” Lu Yun roared with laughter to see the high supreme and punched his face.

The punch combined all of Lu Yun’s current combat arts and hell arts. The...