"You actually know the name of our Sacred Clan?"
Eerie light flickered in the green eyes of the Dead Spirit Clan expert. He abruptly looked into the starry sky, locking onto Black Flood Dragon and White Phoenix, killing intent surging in his eyes.
"It was those two traitors who betrayed the Sacred Clan. Then you deserve to die!"
His voice was not loud, yet it was so cold that even the starry sky seemed about to freeze.
A million li away, Black Flood Dragon and White Phoenix both swayed involuntarily, fear flashing through their eyes. It was fear rooted in their bloodline, as though sheep had encountered wolves.
Boom!
With that damnable declaration, a terrifying pressure of will surged toward the two of them. It was not meant as punishment—it was a powerful will meant to erase them.
"Impudent! You dare harm my servants before me!" Cold light burst from Fang Mo's eyes. He pointed outward, and the void rumbled as a massive golden finger extended from empty space and stabbed toward him.
It was as though it were the finger of Gods and Devils. Beneath that finger, the void shattered inch by inch.
"Ant, you dare attack me? You deserve to die as well!" The Dead Spirit Heavenly Venerable seemed enraged by Fang Mo's move. With a roar, he swung out his hand.
Mighty dead spirit power surged forth and collided with the massive finger. The starry sky shook violently, followed by a berserk eruption of energy. The Desolate Heaven Finger and the dead spirit power shattered together, shooting out in all directions.
Fang Mo and the dead spirit both retreated, only stopping after withdrawing a hundred li.
In their first exchange, they were evenly matched after probing each other out.
Buzz!
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