The Supreme Purity Saint Monarch's target was Fan Lang. How could he tolerate the current situation? Fan Lang was gone, leaving only him and Nine Yuan Duxing to fight—what kind of arrangement was that?
If he and Nine Yuan Duxing fought until both were badly wounded, Fan Lang would be the one to benefit. The stakes were obvious.
"Fan Lang! In a battle of this level, are you still going to hide like a turtle and play these small tricks? Do you think the two of us are fools who'll let you toy with us?" the Supreme Purity Saint Monarch roared angrily, his voice resounding through the air and shaking space itself.
Fan Lang did not answer. He seemed to have already gone far away.
Nine Yuan Duxing noticed Fan Lang's absence as well and said unhappily, "Fan Lang, you have truly disappointed me. As a Martial God who has pursued martial arts all his life, how could you fear death when such a rare chance to fight without restraint has come?"
Fan Lang still gave no answer.
The Supreme Purity Saint Monarch was thoroughly enraged. He glared at Nine Yuan Duxing and gritted his teeth. "The one I came to deal with today is Fan Lang. I have no time to waste on a meddler like you. Since he has run away, I'll force him to show himself. As long as I begin a massacre and kill his people everywhere, he will naturally be forced to appear. As for you, you'd better not get in my way. If you want to fight, wait until I've dealt with Fan Lang. Then I'll grant you the chance to exchange blows with me."
"Fan Lang fled from battle, proving that he is nothing special. If he ran, then so be it. My