Fan Lang reached toward the Sword Box, and a divine sword immediately flew out and into his hand, where he gripped it tightly.
That awe-inspiring sword intent seemed capable of piercing the universe and shattering eternity.
It was time to strike back. He would follow the trail and kill his way to that unknown enemy.
Before setting out, there was still one nuisance that had to be dealt with first.
Fan Lang suddenly turned his head and cast a cold glare at the Extremely Evil King of Hell, who commanded the two nearby armies. His gaze was aggressive, and his voice was even colder. "From the beginning, you've been nothing but a troublemaker, trying to profit from this conflict. I have a more important enemy to deal with right now, so I don't have time for you. If you get lost now, I can spare you. But if you insist on staying here, I'll make you the first one under my blade! Get lost!"
Those arrogant words infuriated the Extremely Evil King of Hell. He bared his teeth in a savage grin. "Fan Lang, have you gone mad, speaking to me like that? In the entire Yellow Springs World, I am considered one of the stronger Kings of Hell. Over the years, I have conquered one hell after another, and my strength rivals that of a God Emperor. You are the first person who has ever dared tell me to get lost!"
"Three."
"Two."
Fan Lang did not answer. Instead, he began counting down.
The Extremely Evil King of Hell's brow twitched. What did this countdown mean? Did it mean that once the time was up, Fan Lang would attack him?
That guess was soon answered.
"One."
The moment the word fell, Fan Lang vanished in a teleport and appeared