"Hmph... Ling Pianran, with an Imperial weapon at your side, I am certainly no match for you. But even if I, Feng Changgong, die, I can still bite a chunk of flesh off you. Do you believe that?"
"It is only a pity that I will not have the chance to see the day my elder brother ascends to the position of Son of Heaven."
As his words rang out, Feng Changgong raised his hand, and a Divine Bow at the level of a high-grade Dao weapon immediately appeared in his grasp.
Dragons and phoenixes were carved upon the bow, multicolored clouds flowed across it, and it was exquisitely crafted. On its string, phantom images of ferocious beasts flickered in and out of sight, their primordial aura of savage beasts blanketing the skies.
"Hehe..."
"You truly think too highly of that elder brother of yours. He is not worthy of the four words 'favored by destiny.'"
Ling Pianran responded to Feng Changgong, then lifted her hand, and the Pure Yang Creation Cauldron appeared in it.
"Today, this Heavenly Maiden will use her status to crush you. As for the Pure Yang Creation Cauldron, a mere Feng Changgong is not worthy of making this Heavenly Maiden use an Imperial weapon."
Before the astonished gazes of countless Pure Yang beings, Ling Pianran casually waved her hand. The Pure Yang Creation Cauldron transformed into a meteor and fell straight down, landing before Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan's power flowed out and directly enveloped the Pure Yang Creation Cauldron.
"You..."
Feng Changgong's brows furrowed deeply. Just as he wanted to ask what Ling Pianran meant, Lin Xuan's voice interrupted him.
"Feng Changgong, hurry up and make your move. Once Ling Pianran deals with you, just hand over the Marshal's Token. If you defeat her, I'll