Just before the blade could pierce Fang Zheng, he swung his sword backward. The Pitch Black Greatsword whistled through the air and instantly knocked the longsword away. Yet the sword spun once in midair before landing beside a white-haired, white-bearded old man. The old man hovered in the air, glaring fiercely at Fang Zheng.
"Where did this monster come from, daring to run wild here? What have you done?"
"Hm? Who?"
Holding his greatsword, Fang Zheng looked around, then pointed at himself in surprise.
"Me?"
"Evil Heretics, and you still want to muddle through?"
"Who are you calling an Evil Heretic, you old bastard?!"
Hearing the old man's furious rebuke, Fang Zheng instantly flew into a rage. His greatsword turned in his hand, and the First Flame erupted.
"You're the one who doesn't look like anything good! Sneak attacks from behind—you can actually do something so shameless! And now you're accusing me of being an Evil Heretic?"
"You won't fool my eyes."
Faced with Fang Zheng's words, the old man likewise widened his eyes and glared at him viciously. In truth, even he could hardly believe it when he first saw Fang Zheng. This young man's body contained so many departed souls! With such tremendous power, who knew how many innocent lives he had harmed!
An Evil Heretic like this absolutely could not be allowed to remain in the world!
"A wicked demon like you still dares walk freely outside? Such audacity! I shall uphold justice on Heaven's behalf!"
"I'd like to see exactly what kind of justice you uphold!!"
Fang Zheng recognized him now. Wasn't this old immortal the same old bastard who had thrown Zhao Ling'er into the Demon Locking Tower?
Heh, he hadn't even gone looking for trouble with the old man yet, and this guy had