A flash of golden light enveloped him, and Ling Feng ascended directly to the 9th Floor of the Tower of Apocalypse.
This time, what greeted him was not nine opponents, but a golden shadow holding a long sword.
For some reason, upon seeing this golden shadow, Ling Feng's heart stirred with an unusual thought.
This "shadow," its gaze wasn't as void as the opponents on the lower floors; rather, it carried an aura of authority, as if it was a supreme being.
Ling Feng couldn't help but find his thoughts amusing.
It was merely a trial opponent, what supreme being, how laughable.
Yet, that golden shadow seemed to be scrutinizing him, even showing a hint of admiration.
The trial opponent of the Tower of Apocalypse actually admired him?
Ling Feng himself found it somewhat absurd.
Realizing this trial opponent was somewhat different, Ling Feng couldn't resist asking, "May I ask who you are, senior..."
Before he finished, the golden shadow had already thrust its sword.
Whoosh!
