Before the guides could speak, Yue Yifei grew anxious first and shouted, "Fan Lang, don't say that! You'll get me killed!"
"So what?" Fan Lang said indifferently.
With his life hanging by a thread, Yue Yifei was nearly in tears. If Fan Lang were willing to save him, he would not have minded even kneeling.
The two guides were under just as much pressure. One of them shouted, "Fan Lang, this has nothing to do with you. We stay out of each other's way, so you'd better not meddle. Don't forget that even a powerful dragon cannot overpower a local snake. This is our territory. We know the arrays here inside out, and we can use them against you!"
"Strong on the outside, weak on the inside. You're just putting on a show. I know these arrays just as well as you do. The only one you can make use of is the array in this room. You cannot control any of the others. As long as I don't step into the Mystic Force Restriction Array, there's nothing you can do to me."
Fan Lang did not stop walking. With every step, his aura grew stronger. The Asura phantom behind him swelled in turn, pressing against the ceiling beams as it bared its fangs and claws.
Negotiation and threats were both useless against Fan Lang. The Li Kan Sword had fully left its sheath, its edge gleaming coldly. It would not return until it had tasted blood.
The two guides exchanged a look. At this point, there was no second path left to take. They could only fight to the death!
"Attack!"
The two attacked together, abandoning the harmless Yue Yifei as they both charged at Fan Lang. One wielded a Soft Sword, its sword energy transforming into a silvery-white