Ling Xiao's expression changed as he shouted urgently:
"Fang Mo, don't change the subject. We're talking about this matter right now!"
Fang Mo looked down at him from above, his voice carrying down like it echoed from the Ninth Heaven. "So you mean you can ambush me, but I can't deal with you?"
Ling Xiao's body shook. He felt the immense pressure coming from Fang Mo. His injuries had yet to heal, and he simply could not withstand Fang Mo's will pressure.
The three from Jihuang Sword Palace hurried forward and shielded Ling Xiao from the powerful will pressure.
Hiding behind them, Ling Xiao said in a deep voice:
"So you admit that you transformed into Eight Desolations and ambushed us?"
"Admit my ass!"
Fang Mo sneered, mockery and disdain in his eyes. "Ambush you to deal with the likes of you? Ling Xiao, you think far too highly of yourself. Back then, the three of you joined forces and still failed to suppress me. Now, in my eyes, you are nothing more than clowns hopping about on a stage. Would I need to ambush you?"
"You!"
Ling Xiao was so enraged he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. His breathing quickened, and his already pale face turned even whiter.
"Now that's domineering!"
Excitement gleamed in Qianshan's eyes as he boomed, "Well said! Why would we need an ambush to deal with you? Stop looking for excuses. If you want to fight, then fight us openly and honorably. Don't dress it up with fancy names and make fools of yourselves!"
Boom!
True Lord Seven Luminaries stepped forward, his powerful will surging forth.
Han Li stepped forward at the same time, blocking his rising intent. Her eyes turned icy. "Seven Luminaries, are you looking for trouble too? It seems you