A golden sun ascended.
It was followed by a shockwave powerful enough to topple giant trees, surging outward like a tidal wave.
A moment later, a series of deafening, rolling booms followed.
Staring at the mushroom cloud in the distance—the result of a Golden Core's self-destruction—Lü Zhong turned to Yui Xiaoqing beside him and frowned. "A fleet of Flying Ships and a Golden Core Master, all just to kill two people. Was it worth it?"
"Of course, it was worth it!" Yui Xiaoqing, dressed like a scholar, stroked the white fan in his hand and smiled. "Fellow Daoist Lü, do you know who those two we ambushed were? They're Lianjian of Huayi Temple and Yue Cang of Yan Zhen Sect. Their combat prowess is top-tier among those in the Early-stage of Core Formation, and their talent far surpasses their peers."
