At last, it had come to this.
At last, it was time to decide the victor.
As long as he killed Li Balian, Fan Lang would secure victory in this competition among Reincarnated Ones and become the final winner.
The importance of this battle to Fan Lang went without saying.
Under these circumstances, Fan Lang could have chosen to overwhelm her with numbers, but he had still agreed to a one-on-one fight. Partly out of confidence, and partly because he wanted to personally bury his fellow Reincarnated One.
There was an unseen connection and an innate resonance between Reincarnated Ones, as though they shared the same roots and branches.
Li Balian advanced to a certain distance, stopped in the void, and fixed Fan Lang with a steady gaze. "Success makes a king; failure makes a bandit. It all comes down to this."
"Yes, it is time to bring this deadly game to an end. Among the six of us, one will ultimately emerge victorious. I like winning. I do not like losing," said Fan Lang.
"Agreeing to duel me one-on-one proves your courage, but it was a mistake. You will regret it very soon."
"Heh, then I am looking forward to seeing what you can do." Fan Lang chuckled.
Li Balian said no more. She suddenly sprang into action, immediately unleashing her trump card—the cheat corresponding to the Heavenly Dao.
Boom!!!
A violent surge swept through the surroundings. Behind Li Balian's slender, jade-like back, a heavy and ancient stone tablet materialized.
The tablet was rectangular, with eight pointed corners and a smooth surface. Ninety-Nine Divine Ancestors' names were carved upon it, all of them divine ancestors who had already passed away.
This was the cheat of the Heavenly Dao Plane—a stone tablet!
Fan Lang raised an eyebrow and asked, "At