Whoosh!
A figure rapidly approached from dozens of miles west of Thunder Mountain. As it neared, it was revealed to be a grey-clad old man. The glint in his eyes suggested his cultivation was undoubtedly exceptional.
"Heh heh, the treasures of Thunder King Valley belong to me, Tang Yuanmu. Anyone who dares to compete for them will meet a fate worse than death!"
The grey-clad elder, who introduced himself as Tang Yuanmu, laughed twice, but his face held a cold and intimidating aura.
An iron plaque engraved with a tiny thunder character faintly appeared in his withered palm. If Yun Xiao were here, he might notice that this iron plaque looked somewhat similar to the one he held.
The figure of Tang Yuanmu soon vanished into Thunder Mountain in the distance. Who knows what kind of turmoil his arrival might stir?
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