Begging for Mercy

Fan Lang had long since laid a killing trap, leaving a clone outside and setting up all kinds of surveillance measures.

Using those measures, he discovered that Shui Linglong had arrived here. The discovery reinvigorated him.

"Shui Linglong, you finally came. My days of waiting were not in vain!"

Fan Lang's emotions surged, and heroic spirit rose within him.

To mortals, a Mystic God was a lofty deity. What he was about to do was slay a god of mortals and drench the twin swords in his hands with divine blood.

The blade left its sheath, reflecting spring snow. It would not slay the masses, but gods and ghosts!

Fan Lang gathered his strength and readied himself. His entire demeanor changed at once, sweeping away his previous frivolity as two cold gleams flashed in his eyes.

Zhao XiaoMan sensed that something was wrong and asked, "What is it?"

"Someone has come," Fan Lang replied.

"Really? You're not trying to scare me, are you?"

"I'm not scaring you. It's true. Go see for yourself if you don't believe me."

Fan Lang's words made Zhao XiaoMan uneasy. She no longer cared about the game and immediately got up to check. Hunted by Heavenly Water Saint Academy, she had long become skittish and full of worries. She only wanted to hide here peacefully, without anyone disturbing her.

One Tie Ying Nan was already more than she could bear.

She made her way out of Fan Lang's mansion and arrived outside, looking toward the entrance. To be cautious, she even put on a mask.

Fan Lang followed behind her. Outwardly, he remained calm, but in truth, he was making all kinds of preparations.

Time seemed to slow considerably. After a while, space rippled, and a figure broke through into this place as though emerging