Farmer Spring

Fan Lang made a new demand.

The demand seemed excessive, forcing White Impermanence to bring the Severing Cloud Sect into submission, but it would be a different matter if he truly killed the Sage Emperor.

The strong ruled the world and had the right to possess everything.

White Impermanence considered it, then nodded. "Fine. If you can kill the Sage Emperor, I will submit willingly!"

"Sect Master Bai, your word carries weight. I'll remember what you said, and I'll naturally make you honor it when the time comes," said Fan Lang.

"I'll wait for the day you kill the Sage Emperor. After all, you're from the Soaring Dragon Continent. Compared to him, I still hope you win."

"Thanks for the good wishes."

"That is all. I'm leaving!"

White Impermanence cupped his hands toward Fan Lang, transformed into a streak of light, and rode the surging current away.

He was filled with emotion. Fan Lang's strength had actually grown to such a level that he could contend with him and even declare that he would kill the Sage Emperor. That promise was not empty boasting. At Fan Lang's rate of growth, he truly might accomplish it in the future.

"One mountain cannot hold two tigers. Fan Lang and Sage Emperor Fan Sha are bound to fight one day. I wonder which of them will win. Although Fan Lang is improving at an astonishing pace, he is still some distance away from Sage Emperor Fan Sha in strength. Who will ultimately prevail remains uncertain."

White Impermanence thought to himself.

While he pondered, he had already gone far away.

Fan Lang remained where he was, watching White Impermanence disappear into the distance. Then he turned and looked toward the Heavenly River Spring Eye, his gaze burning hot.

This was good stuff!

The Heavenly