Blade Meets Sword

Sky Track City Lord's face darkened, his eyes flickering.

He had fought Fan Lang before and suffered at his hands. Being questioned like this now truly made him hesitate.

He had only come this time to get a share of the spoils and reap some benefits. Since he lacked confidence, he had deliberately brought Compassionate Ancient Temple along. These monks pitied the world and its people, making them the easiest to use.

He had not expected Abbot Qing Kong to retreat so easily. A little intimidation from Fan Lang had made him give up, leaving Sky Track City Lord stranded here.

If he fell out with Flame Dragon Academy, Sky Track City would be left to fight alone.

After much consideration, Sky Track City Lord recalled his previous battle with Fan Lang. In the end, he still could not muster the courage. Like a deflated ball, he completely wilted.

"I came here to resolve trouble, not to cause it. Fan Lang, why must you be so aggressive? Since Abbot Qing Kong has chosen to stand by and watch, I can only stay out of it as well. Kill if you want to kill, rob if you want to rob. It is none of my business."

Sky Track City Lord gave his answer in a sarcastic tone.

Two Mystic Gods had been forced to yield by Fan Lang!

For a Mystic Saint to drive back two Mystic Gods was simply unprecedented throughout the ages.

"I can barely tolerate you taking cheap verbal shots, as long as you do not get in my way. If Sky Track City does not want trouble, then stay far away!" Fan Lang flipped his sword and swept out his hand.

Sky Track City Lord snorted coldly and waved his hand, leading his subordinates away. They had