True Immortal Xiao Ling glared at Qin Fengming, who stood at the entrance to the combat arena, his face alternating between green and white.
He knew full well that if Jiang Fan had not had a Dao Lord city lord for a father backing him, the cultivators stationed in Firmament City would never have opened the restrictive spell to let him out. Both sides had signed a life-and-death pact. The fight would not end until one of them died.
This battle had made Xiao Ling realize all the more clearly that the number of Law Divine Chain cloud pattern fragments fused within this Golden Immortal cultivator far exceeded his own. Jiang Fan, whose strength was on par with his, had been defeated easily, without even consuming many of his opponent's Law Divine Chain cloud pattern fragments.
Even at his peak, he might not have been able to compete with his opponent's current reserves of law fragments.
"Third Young Master Xiao, if you can defeat our little Martial Uncle, we sisters will be yours to do with as you please. We wouldn't even object to sharing your bed. Don't disappoint us!" Ying Fei said with a laugh. She had always feared neither heaven nor earth and felt no apprehension whatsoever toward the Xiao Household behind Xiao Ling.
"Third Young Master Xiao, enter the arena. Surely you haven't lost your nerve?" Su Zishan mocked.
Before tens of thousands of cultivators, regret surged through Third Young Master Xiao's heart. This time, he had kicked an iron plate and encountered three cultivators beyond anything he had imagined. He was certain that their backgrounds were even more illustrious than his own. Even the Xiao Household likely could not afford to provoke them.
Just imagine: a Golden Immortal cultivator accompanied by two peak True Immortals, whose