Fan Tong was acting so utterly fearless precisely because of this cheap trick. Now that Ling Yun had discovered it, the entire stone stele trembled inexplicably.
A ball of Sword Qi emerged in Ling Yun's right hand, terrifying to the naked eye, while his left hand crackled with the buzzing power of thunder.
"Holy shit!" Fan Tong cursed up a storm. Inside the stele, he rapidly pooled his power to prepare for a confrontation with Ling Yun.
Since Ling Yun knew where Fan Tong was, there was no need to drag things out. He had no desire to understand how the stele and the Demonic Gu Sect had hooked up anyway, as the Demonic Gu Sect was already wiped out.
"Very well, very well, very well!" The stone stele abruptly appeared right before Ling Yun's eyes, dropping the games entirely.
The West Divine Venerable and Old Man Fan widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the stone stele in unison.
"What is so well?" Ling Yun's power was off the charts, yet the stele refused to back down. It was truly either utterly clueless or blindingly arrogant.
"This old man gets to fight the esteemed Supreme Emperor Lord to the death! I'm happy. Whether I live or die depends entirely on my own skill!" Fan Tong laughed heartily.
A fight to the death?
The corner of Ling Yun's twitching mouth curled downward. Did Fan Tong even match up? Utter trash, relying merely on the temporary power of the stone stele. What was there to be so cocky about?
"Bring it on!"
Fan Tong unleashed an astonishing burst of power from within the stone stele. The void trembled, and a terrifying aura began to spread all around.
Patterns intertwined across his body, and inscriptions emerged. Then, a curtain of golden light rushed