Ling Xiao's expression changed. He shouted urgently,
"Fang Mo, don't change the subject. We're talking about this matter!"
Fang Mo looked down at him from the corner of his eye, his voice echoing as if it had descended from the highest heavens. "So you can ambush me, but I'm not allowed to deal with you?"
Ling Xiao's body trembled. He felt the immense pressure Fang Mo was exerting; with his injuries still unhealed, he couldn't withstand the pressure of Fang Mo's will.
The three from Jihuang Sword Palace hurried forward to shield Ling Xiao from the immense pressure of Fang Mo's will.
Ling Xiao stood behind them and said in a low voice,
"So you admit it—you took the form of the Eight Desolations and ambushed us?"
"Admit my ass!"
Fang Mo sneered, his eyes full of mockery and disdain. "Why would I need to ambush you? Ling Xiao, you think far too highly of yourself. The three of you joined forces back then and still couldn't suppress me. Now you're nothing but clowns in my eyes. Why would I need to ambush you?"
"You!"
Ling Xiao was so furious he nearly spat blood. His breathing turned ragged, and his already pale face grew even whiter.
"That's the spirit!"
Qian Shan's eyes flashed with excitement as he boomed, "Exactly! Why would we need to ambush you? Don't make excuses. If you want to fight, then let's have an honest, face-to-face battle. Stop making up stories and embarrassing yourselves!"
True Lord Qi Yao stepped forward, his powerful will surging toward them.
Han Li stepped forward at the same time, blocking the force of Qi Yao's will. His eyes turned cold. "Qi Yao, are you looking for trouble too? It seems that one sword strike from back then didn't teach you your