Powerful Soul

The moment he moved to confront another Myriad Forms cultivator, Jian Wushuang couldn't be bothered; instead, he just left.

At that moment, a white-clad youth, accompanied by dozens of people, flew over from the sky.

The newcomer was familiar to Jian Wushuang.

Based on his memory's description.

The relationship between him and the white-clad youth before him was extraordinary.

Like him, they were both descendants of the Wu Family.

However, this white-clad youth was the legitimate descendant of the third branch.

He was Wu Qiong's second son, 'Wu Liang'!

In terms of age, Jian Wushuang still had to call him 'elder cousin'.

But this elder cousin had given him a hard time more than once.

He had even humiliated him in the past.

Seeing Jian Wushuang approaching, Wu Liang tilted his head up, not bothering to look at his cousin properly.

A waste.

There was no respect for him anywhere.