As soon as Song Lin emerged from seclusion, he noticed a silhouette appear by the Flame River.
The figure was clad in silver armor, with a bright silver forehead, wielding a treasure sword, driving a chariot, and surrounded by twelve white-robed cultivators.
Each of them possessed exceptional skills and profound cultivation.
"You must be Master Jade Tripod?" The general looked down his nose at Song Lin arrogantly, his nostrils flaring with disdain.
"Who are you?"
Song Lin furrowed his brows.
The man's cultivation was impressive, comparable to his own; he suspected his visitor came with ill intent.
"Never mind who I am, kneel before me at once!"
The general pointed his silver spear directly at Song Lin.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Song Lin gave a cold laugh.
Whoosh!
The Emperor Sword unsheathed!
The dazzling golden glow lit up the surroundings with such brilliance that no one could keep their eyes open, and the sword's qi pierced sharply between their brows.