“The Ling Clan? Ling Ruyu?” Lu Yun nodded. “I know you. You were one of the geniuses at the Dusk Tournament.”

During the tournament two years ago, the newcomer had proven himself to be a genius second only to the five youth sovereigns.

“The Dusk Tournament?” Derision passed through Ling Ruyu’s face. “Do you still fancy yourself the top youth sovereign and the greatest cultivator beneath the heavens?

“You, Lu Yun, have been eliminated by the times.” He flung open his arms in a grandiose manner as he spoke, unleashing a tremendous swell of power that seemed to contain the presence of the heavens and imbued him with the power of the land.

Shock and dismay...