Chen Fangge looked at Lu Zhenhai and said calmly, "I don't fight pointless battles or kill people without cause. Brother Lu, do you understand what I mean?"
Lu Zhenhai replied, "If Brother Chen helps me through this round, that Gold Order Talisman is yours."
Now that he had put it so plainly, if Lu Zhenhai tried to play any more tricks, he would only bring humiliation upon himself.
Chen Fangge nodded and strode into the arena. Fixing his gaze on Old Ancestor Kumoku, he asked, "Are you ready?"
Old Ancestor Kumoku extended a slender hand and pointed at Chen Fangge. "You go first. Let me see what you're made of."
As soon as the words left his mouth, a streak of golden light tore through the air and struck Old Ancestor Kumoku between the brows. With a crash, his body suddenly burst apart, and a mass of black smoke billowed into the sky.
The willow branch trembled violently, dropping three leaves in succession to block the golden light Chen Fangge had fired. In the next instant, the exploded flesh, wound around by the black smoke, re-formed into the shape of the white-clothed youth. Only now, the youth's face was as translucent as paper, eerily strange.
"Soldier Armor Species Demonic Great Law!"
Black qi flashed across the face of Chen Fangge, who had remained composed until then. He enunciated each word: "To practice this wicked art, you must have swallowed the souls of countless infants. A fiend like you belongs in the depths of the netherworld!"
As he spoke, golden light blazed from his palm. In the blink of an eye, nearly all the leaves on Old Man Kumoku's willow branch had fallen, blotting out the sky as they shielded against the barrage of Chen Fangge's golden light.
A battle on