In a scattered mess of a mountain valley.

When the wounds on Zhou Yuan’s arms finally closed, he leaped into the air and landed next to the cheering Tianyuan Region crowd at one side of the valley.

“Zhou Yuan, are you alright?” Yi Qiushui was the first to rush forward, her pretty oval-shaped face filled with worry.

Although they had been separated by some distance, she had still been able to sense how terrifying Zhao Mushen’s attack had been. Most importantly, the ...