"You actually know the name of my Holy Clan?"
A ghostly light flickered in the green eyes of the Death Spirit Clan expert. It suddenly looked into the starry sky, locking onto the Black Flood Dragon and White Phoenix, killing intent surging in its eyes.
"It was these two traitors who betrayed the Holy Clan. Then you all deserve to die!"
Its voice was not loud, yet it was so chilling that even the starry sky seemed on the verge of freezing.
A million li away, the 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 a wolf.
With that single "deserve to die," a terrifying pressure of will slammed toward the two of them. It was not meant as punishment—it was a powerful intent to annihilate them.
"Impudent! You dare harm my servants before my very eyes!" Frosty light burst from Fang Mo's eyes. He pointed forward, and the void rumbled as an enormous golden finger extended from empty space and stabbed toward it.
It was as though it were the finger of Gods and Devils. Beneath that finger, even the void shattered inch by inch.
"Ant, you dare attack this Venerate? You deserve to die as well!" The Death Spirit Heavenly Venerate seemed enraged by Fang Mo's move. With a furious roar, it slapped out its hand.
Surging death spirit power blasted forth and collided with the giant finger. The starry sky shook violently, followed by a berserk energy blast. The Wild Heaven Finger and the death spirit power shattered together, shooting out in all directions.
Fang Mo and the death spirit both retreated, only stopping after withdrawing a hundred li.
Their first exchange, a probing clash, had ended evenly matched.