Crawling back up on his feet, Emperor Ancestor Licang stared at Lin Xun and Big Yellow with a livid face and a heaving chest. The energy he released was like a volcano about to erupt.0

A long time later, he exhaled a long breath, along with which his erratic aura dissipated. He regained his previous bearing, looking as calm as a millpond.0

This allowed the old monsters in the dark to relax. Emperor Ancestor Licang hadn’t let his anger run amok after the great shame he had suffered.0

The situation couldn’t have turned out any better.0

“If I were to stop you at all costs, I would have used its power from the start.” Emperor Ancestor Licang pointed to the distant world that was bound by countless black chains. “But…after all is said and done, you are not an enemy of the Ancient Wasteland Alliance… I admit defeat.”0

Lin Xun exchanged a glance with Big Yellow, then cupped his fist, “Thank you, Fellow Daoist.”0

Emperor Ancestor Licang grunted, “I’m quite curious, Lin Daoyuan. If you were to fight me alone, how certain are you about your odds?”1

The many gazes in the dark also landed on Lin Xun.0

Emperor Ancestor Licang's defeat earlier...0