Qiao Zhong

Qiao Zhong soon noticed the purple-clad young man before him had suddenly laughed upon hearing his words. The laughter sent chills down his spine.

"A Martial Emperor's direct disciple?" Soon after, the laughter on Duan Ling Tian's face disappeared. A hint of battle intent could be seen gleaming in the depth of his eyes.

Naturally, Qiao Zhong did not notice this at all.

He would have been surprised if he had seen it.

He believed that Duan Ling Tian's strength was far stronger than most of the Martial Emperor's disciples in Ling Xuan Peak. However, he would not believe it if one was to say that he was able to win against a Martial Emperor's direct disciple.

Meanwhile, three figures appeared at the lone pavilion on the stone platform situated on the higher part of Ling Xuan Peak's mid-mountain.

If Duan Ling Tian was here, he would be able to recognize with one glance that the person leading this group of three was none other than Lu Zhong.