My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

This very appearance.

For some reason, it made Cheng Guang think of Emperor Zhou of Great Zhou.

If this person didn't look so unlike Emperor Zhou, Cheng Guang might even suspect that this man was one of Emperor Zhou's brothers, similar to the existence of the King of South Ming or the crown prince.

As Cheng Guang pondered in his heart, he continued the conversation.

"Your Excellency, with such an appearance, you don't seem to be from Great Yuan. Now, assisting Great Yuan to attack Great Zhou is something I find quite incomprehensible."

"After all, it wasn't for profit that you came here. For a Sky-Man like you, there is little in this world that can move your heart."

"Could it be some kind of old grudge?"

Cheng Guang's words, spoken softly,

caused the face of the distant figure in the green robe to change slightly. He stared blankly at Cheng Guang and then broke into a laugh, shaking his head and saying,

"Duke's Heir, it is said that seeing once is better than hearing a hundred times. Your mind is indeed sharp."

"Merely by seeing my face, you have guessed what my background might be."

"You're right, I am indeed not from Great Yuan, nor do I have any old grudges with Great Zhou. It's simply an irresistible force."

"You have a great destiny upon you, and there are several deities I know of that are implicated with you. In the future, you might very well have a share in the grand trend of the world."

"For a seeker like me, if I don't compete for a chance, I'm afraid I won't even have the opportunity to take a sip of the broth."

The figure in the green robe spoke with a smile, and after finishing, he kindly reminded Cheng Guang again.

"Duke's Heir, you should leave quickly. In this world, there are not many who can be my match."

"Not to mention your grandfather, the Duke of the State, who cannot come at this time. Even if he were to come, he would not be my match."

The tone of the person in the green robe was leisurely, but from that leisurely tone came an immense confidence.

As if there really weren't many in the world who could defeat him.

Cheng Guang's brows furrowed slightly as he looked at the distant figure in the green robe, somewhat puzzled.

Exactly what was the background of this figure in the green robe?

He had no old grievances with Great Zhou,

nor was he from Great Yuan.

And there was no interest entanglement with Great Yuan.

Then why would he help Great Yuan invade Great Zhou?

The sudden invasion of Great Zhou by Great Yuan suggests that there might be someone behind it pushing the agenda.

Could it be that the one behind Great Yuan was this figure in the green robe?

And what was his purpose?

Cheng Guang couldn't figure it out. He was puzzled.

Just as he was about to communicate further with the figure in the green robe and say something more.

The figure in the green robe suddenly raised a hand with a smile on his face, waved it gently, and said with a chuckle,

"Duke's Heir, I do not wish to take your life. The karma on you is not something I can afford to provoke; you should leave."

The figure in the green robe waved his hand,

and immediately thereafter,

a red rainbow light was swept out from his hand toward the direction of Cheng Guang's aura, streaking towards him at an extremely fast speed.

In just the span of a breath, the rainbow light waved by the figure in the green robe had reached right in front of Cheng Guang.

Cheng Guang's eyes also reflected the colors of the rainbow light.

Even though it was very close, Cheng Guang did not reveal much panic.

Because in the rainbow light, there was no dangerous aura, but rather an aura of profound power.

What the figure in the green robe said and did was essentially the same; it seemed he just wanted to send Cheng Guang away from this place and had no intention of harming him.

Revitalizing his Spirit Dao cultivation, Cheng Guang made a hand seal and the Power of the Primordial Spirit flowed like a stream from the center of his brows, slowly pouring out, and in front of him, instantly formed a sharp sword.

It flew towards the red rainbow light.

The sword, transformed from the Power of the Primordial Spirit, entered the red rainbow light and flickered incessantly. The rainbow light, like a piece of fabric, was rapidly slashed to pieces by the sword.

It dissipated into specks of red light that vanished into the atmosphere.

The figure in the green robe was already prepared to withdraw his hand.
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In his estimation, Cheng Guang simply would not have any means to block his magical powers, but he didn't expect that Cheng Guang would actually block it.

Feeling the Power of the Primordial Spirit on Cheng Guang, the figure in the green robe's eyes first flashed with a hint of confusion.

Then after carefully sensing it,

his eyes revealed a bit of shock.

"This is... the aura of a Sky-Man..."

"Could the Duke's Heir already be a Sky-Man?"

"Impossible, it doesn't quite fit. A common Sky-Man wouldn't have the ability to sever my magical Divine Power."

The figure in the green robe stared blankly at Cheng Guang on the distant Flying Boat,

shocked by his actions for a moment,

frozen in place.

He pondered what kind of technique Cheng Guang possessed that allowed him, the Duke's Heir, to unleash a power comparable to that of a Sky-Man,

and even break his magical Divine Power.

After thinking for a while, the figure in the green robe still couldn't understand.

Just as he was about to step forward and sprint towards Cheng Guang's location, planning to meet the inscrutable Duke's Heir,

a voice rose from beneath his feet.

"Mr. Zhou, please make your move quickly."

"Here at Hundred Mile City, my Great Yuan has not been able to break through and has already suffered heavy casualties. If you make a move, Great Zhou would not have lasted this long."

Hearing this, the figure in the green robe glanced down, looking towards the tent below, where a young man in a beast robe with a tall and imposing figure stood.

The young man spoke respectfully to the figure in the green robe, his tone reverent but with a hint of urgency implicit in his words.

"Prince Wu Ming, the time is not yet ripe."