When Fu Long saw Yu Ci leap into midair with an abyss beneath his feet, he burst into laughter. A mere Spirit Communion junior, unable to wield a weapon or fly through the skies—what else could await him in such a situation but death?
"Come die, junior!"
Amid his laughter, a gale rose from the void, seeking to sweep Yu Ci away from the mountainside and hurl him into the bottomless abyss.
Yet the next instant, he saw the man glance in his direction and take a step. He walked as though on level ground, as if a Great Dao ran through the clouds and mist, allowing him to race freely along it.
Fu Long possessed enormous combat experience. After a brief daze, he came to his senses. "That is a Divine Movement Talisman."
At the same moment, he finally recognized Yu Ci's identity. "That brat is from the Li Chen Sect!"
Several unexpected turns in succession inevitably left Fu Long stunned for a moment. Yu Ci seized that opening, breaking through the encirclement of the manifested fiendish entities in one stroke and throwing himself back toward the mountainside. The shift in his aura alerted Fu Long. Staring at Yu Ci's retreating figure, his breathing grew heavy, veins bulging across his bald scalp. The next moment, he made his decision:
Even if he is from the Li Chen Sect, I will kill him all the same! The Yellow Springs Secret Mansion can only be mine—mine!
Fu Long let out a furious roar, and the two manifested fiendish entities wheeled around and charged. Yu Ci had yet to set foot on solid ground. In midair, no matter how wondrous the Divine Movement Talisman was, it remained worlds apart from a Core Formation cultivator flying with a wielded artifact. More importantly, the