"To me, there is no difference."
Fang Yu's smile deepened as he spoke.
"If the Saintess and the two Grand Immortal Masters do not believe me, feel free to make a move. Fang will take on all three of you alone. Of course, if the three of you think Fang is bullying you with too few opponents, you may also invite more high-ranking Immortal Masters from your tribe to join in. Fang has no objections whatsoever."
"However, if any Immortal Master friends fall within this sacred temple afterward, do not blame Fang for showing no mercy."
Fang Yu's words were calm to the extreme, yet they sent chills through everyone's hearts. Lin Yinping and the two Grand Immortal Masters of the Heavenly Lan Sacred Temple looked utterly grim.
The T'u Wu Immortal Masters who had poured in had already activated every restriction in the Heavenly Lan Sacred Temple. Multicolored radiance from the restrictions filled the air in dazzling splendor, carrying an oppressive spiritual pressure and unmistakable danger.
Yet Fang Yu paid no attention to any of it. Not even the slightest change appeared on his face.
"Brother Fang, what exactly do you want with the Sacred Beast? It cannot be for that Fellow Daoist Han, can it?"
The young Grand Immortal Master beside Lin Yinping asked coldly.
He did not believe Fang Yu was acting out of kindness.
"Whether it is or not, Fang wants this Heavenly Lan Sacred Beast. If you do not want your tribe to suffer grievous losses and numerous Immortal Masters to perish, then clear the way. Otherwise, fight." Fang Yu's patience had nearly run out, and his tone turned cold.
"Stand aside!"
Upon hearing this, the young man's face alternated between green and white before he finally gave the order.
"Brother Xu!"
Lin Yinping froze