King Yi
Editor: Larbre Studio
As that golden Holy Qi wave scattered, the countless acres of Osmanthus trees collapsed as if they were made out of dust.
Without the cover of the trees, Zhang Ruochen finally saw a man in golden robes sitting under the cliff in the distance. He seemed to be in his thirties and had a pale, hairless face. His eyes were like golden stars and he was currently studying a painting on the wall.
The cultivators of Cloud Field who were still alive all bowed down to this man, saying, "The cultivators of Guanghan Field are bullies. They killed 16 Saints of Cloud Field in a row. King Yi, please kill them to avenge for those cultivators."
The man named King Yi "awoke" from his comprehending and stood up slowly.
His aura was both mighty and noble, intimidating the hawkish Cloud Field cultivators so none of them could raise their heads.