A black sun rose in the air, its faint rays blotting out the listless sun of the Celestial Realm Battlefront. Terrifying aura surged in all directions and any cultivator affected by it turned beet red.

Dressed in long white robes, Lu Yun slowly drifted up into the air and stood beneath the black sun. He looked coolly at the group of Great Xia cultivators dressed in black.

“That young man… is terrifying” The curvaceous woman stared dumbly at the young man, unable to connect him with the boy who’d just been smiling shyly.

“The hell, Sword First and Ying Kongkong have nothing on him! They’re not even a grasshopper in front of him…” Tiger swallowed hard.

Lu Yun turned out empty hands that were bare of treasures. “All of you will die today even if Marquis Skyglory comes himself,” he enunciated slowly.

“Listen to you talk!” sternly rebuked the youngsters...