"Haha... Changlin Academy, I've returned once more!"
The defensive great formation had just been activated when a wild laughter echoed from the south of the academy, as two swiftly approaching figures appeared above Southern Maniac Mountain.
The newcomers were two elders, one clad in a robe embroidered with Divine Dragons, encompassing all known Dragon Clan members, with a burly physique and a sinister grin on his face. The other was shrouded in Great Dao Divine Light, obscuring his features.
Jian Cangqiong looked up at the two figures, his gaze filled with deep apprehension, gritting his teeth as he said, "Pan Zhengfeng!"
"Yo, isn't this the little Sword Emperor from back then? Not bad, you've actually cultivated to the Late Integration Realm. It seems that old fool helped you before his death!"
The Dragon Robe elder spoke mockingly, seemingly not considering Jian Cangqiong a threat at all.
Swish, swish, swish!
