262 Great Desolate Ancient Origin

The youth in black stood atop a giant eagle. When he was about a hundred meters away from Lin Dong, that youth slowly stopped and slightly tilted his head, while his eyes slowly swept across Lin Dong’s body, before thick shock filled his eyes. He was able to sense that Lin Dong’s aura was at advanced Form Creation stage. Perhaps, this cultivation level was nothing much to him. However, though he could not put a finger on it, based on his extremely abundant battle experience, he could sense a hint of danger emerging from the latter.

“Heh heh, I never expected that I would actually meet an opponent that can make me feel endangered…” The youth in black carried a black metal rod on his shoulder, as he grinned at Lin Dong and said.

“Friend, I am known as Wu Ci, would you have a bout with me?”