At the summit, several old men with white beards were frowning as they scouted the area. Suddenly, one of them, whose eyes had been slightly closed, snapped them open. Two sharp glints of light shot out as he exclaimed with delight, "Found it!"
Delight instantly appeared on Pang Wen's face. His eyes, filled with hatred, flashed with a crazed light. He gritted his teeth. "Found it... Finally! The heavens haven't forsaken me. Qin Li, first I'll tear your family limb from limb! Then I'll wait right here for you to grace me with your presence!"
Just then, an incredibly powerful roar echoed through the mountain range, and the expressions of everyone on the summit changed.
An intense fighting spirit suddenly erupted from one of the old men. He sneered, "They certainly have good timing!"
Pang Wen still harbored a deep-seated fear of Qin Li. Hearing this long roar, which seemed to resonate with the world itself, he frowned and asked, "Master, what level of power does that require?"
