Xin Li reappeared atop the massive boulder, and he wasn't alone.
Six Martial Artists appeared in total, all of them teenagers around seventeen or eighteen. Each one's eyes were sharp and piercing.
It was clear now: Xin Li had only left earlier because he wasn't completely confident he could win.
Upon seeing the six men, Zuo Ming and Zuo Yi instantly tensed and gripped their swords.
These six were the very ones who had just been on a killing spree in the canyon. None of them were weak.
By a conservative estimate, even the weakest among them was at the Fifth Layer of Soul Gathering Realm.
Zuo Ming and Zuo Yi braced themselves as if facing a great enemy. However, none of the newcomers paid them any mind. All eyes were on Lin Hao.
"Lin Hao, Holy Stele disciple of the Yujin Saint Institute, your name is famous throughout the Cangnan Empire. It's a shame you're going to die here today," Xin Li spoke, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
