Meanwhile, at Mad Wave Sacred Land.
On the mountain peak, behind the Saint Heir Li Xiangyang, a silhouette suddenly flashed and arrived.
The newcomer was a middle-aged man, wearing a crown and a brocade robe, exuding a natural aura of authority without anger.
This middle-aged man was none other than the current Saint Master of Mad Wave Sacred Land.
"I always feel something is amiss; Tiankui's origins are unclear, and he must possess some hidden secrets," the Mad Wave Saint Master stood behind Li Xiangyang, gazing into the distance, his eyes profound as if containing countless star rivers, lost in thought.
"I'm resolved to kill him!"
Li Xiangyang snorted coldly, "My brother shall not die in vain; no matter Tiankui's background, he cannot escape being slain by me."
