"You're not Beichen, you're Hong Yu!"
King Lingxiao stared at the man who had lost the guise of Han Yuqianyan, his true face now exposed. A description of Hong Yu he had once heard suddenly flashed through his mind.
Black wings, the golden Godslaying Spear, and those handsome features—sharp brows and eyes as bright as stars.
In that instant, he saw through Hong Yu's true identity and roared.
His cry boomed like a clap of thunder.
It reached the ears of every expert, whether they were battling outside or secretly observing from the shadows, capturing all of their attention.
"What? Beichen is Hong Yu?"
"That new True Dragon who has the Venerable Golden Bone? I heard he killed the Chrysanthemum King and the Snake King, and even heavily wounded the Fire-Devouring King, forcing him to flee! He's... he's being hunted by every power in the core region, yet he dared to not only enter but also infiltrate the War Spirit Holy Land?"
