Who Goes There?

Fang Xuan was like a fierce tiger moving through a flock of sheep. The countless armies of Heaven and the God Race Army were his most delicious prey, while one Divine Immortal after another descended amid the ranks, utterly delectable.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just as Fang Xuan was about to strike again and continue his slaughter, four profoundly mysterious auras arrived from four directions, intertwining into a Four Symbols Formation that firmly trapped Fang Xuan in the center.

Fang Xuan's expression changed as he solemnly looked around him.

"Fang Xuan, you've got some nerve. The Calamity Sage has descended, the Dao sects of countless worlds have come to pay homage, and the armies of Heaven are descending without end. Yet you dare pull a tiger's whiskers and stir up trouble over the head of a great power. The Calamity Sage ordered the four of us to capture and kill you. Will you surrender obediently, or fight us and die a miserable death?"

An arrogant voice came from afar and, in an instant, reached Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan grinned and mocked, "Who goes there? State your names."

"Song Yuanshan."

"Zhong Zhenyang."

"Wang Yukun."

"Li Yi."

The four of them sealed Fang Xuan in the center from four directions, their faces brimming with arrogance.

"Never heard of you," Fang Xuan sneered.

The four were not angered by Fang Xuan's mockery. Song Yuanshan instead spoke up. "Fang Xuan, Profound Yellow Child, I've heard your name. I truly admire how far you've come. A nobody who rose from among commoners and peasants, yet you defeated one peerless genius after another, cultivated to the Divine Immortal Realm, and stood until today. It is truly admirable. But today is as far as you'll go."

"That's right. Unfortunately, you should never have angered the great figures