Chapter 462: You are Erlang Shen
"Boom——"
The Refining King only felt a terrifying force pierce his right palm. He instinctively retracted his hand, and his body stumbled backward, toppling the cliff behind him. Before his rock-hard body, boulders crumbled like paper mache.
He fixed his gaze and, to his surprise, noticed a figure had appeared in front of Qin Jun and the others. The newcomer was handsome and majestic, with two red ribbons hanging down from a gallant, phoenix-feather silver crown, eyes that sparkled, with golden-threaded boots at his feet, a slingshot shaped like a crescent moon at his waist, and a three-pointed, double-edged spear in hand.
Anyone who saw him would be astounded by Yang Jian’s presence. Towering like an iron pagoda, yet with a handsome face that held a touch of the divine, surpassing even Zhao Yun.
Standing behind Yang Jian, Qin Jun could clearly sense that towering arrogance that scorned everything under the heavens.
"Heart too proud to recognize celestial kin, spirit too arrogant to dwell but in the run of the Yangtze; his holy grace shines at Red Cliff, manifesting boundlessly by the name of Erlang..."
Qin Jun murmured to himself. This poem he remembered from his past life, sounded mighty and remained etched in his heart. It described Yang Jian.
Zhao Yun, Qi Xie, An Lang, and the others stood stunned, looking at Yang Jian. In his shadow, everyone seemed a size smaller. Qin Jun estimated that Yang Jian must be at least two meters tall, with thick arms that looked capable of holding up Mount Tai.
"Who are you?"
The Refining King bellowed with wide eyes full of rage. Since breaking through to the True Immortal Realm, no one at the convention had been able to harm him, so fear began to stir in his heart. Especially under Yang Jian’s contemptuous gaze, his heart fluttered, and he quickly averted his eyes.
The Heavenly God Temple erupted into chaos.