Miao King?
Lin Wudi?
The entire Hongfeng Lake fell silent.
Everyone's eyes widened as they stared at the young man standing beneath the starry sky, their expressions shifting.
These two names were all too familiar to them.
Setting aside the title of Miao King, the name Lin Wudi alone represented a Grandmaster ranked sixteenth on the Heavenly List.
Legend had it his techniques reached the heavens. Atop the Bolan River, he had slain Yun Xu with his bare hands and even accepted the challenge of Zhang Daoyun from the Celestial Master Mansion.
But since when had he also become the Miao King of the Jiuli Tribe?
"You are the Miao King?" Xing Yi snorted coldly. "The Jiuli Tribe has an ancestral teaching that an outsider cannot inherit the position of Miao King. If you are Lin Wudi of River City, how could you possibly be the Miao King?"
"Indeed! This person must be bluffing; his words can't be trusted!"
