The grand battle between Lin Dong and King Kunlun has finally arrived.
Outside the Great Wall of the Capital City lies a stretch of undulating mountains.
There, the mist and clouds shroud the landscape, and the sparse population stands in stark contrast to the bustling noise of the Capital City hundreds of kilometers away.
At the moment, on a mountaintop, stand two people.
One of them is dressed in a green robe, with an ancient sword on his back. Standing there, he seems to blend as one with the mountains and stones around him.
This person is none other than King Kunlun.
And the man standing behind him is his senior disciple, Seven Kills.
The cold wind howls on the mountaintop, gusting toward the two of them, but when the cold wind reaches a range of dozens of meters around them, an invisible force transforms it into a spring breeze.
The spring breeze turns into rain, which falls around them, causing the buds ready to bloom to open at a speed visible to the naked eye.
