"Meng Shaobai, the only one in the sect to possess the Five Elements spiritual roots, the so-called Little Immortal Meng Shaobai. He actually..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fang Han's expression changed as he looked toward a VIP room in the distance. Inside sat a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old youth in white, his expression calm and detached. At a glance, it seemed as though all the spiritual grace between heaven and earth had gathered upon this young man.
The aura around him was faint yet unfathomable, carrying the vastness of a starry cosmos.
"He has already passed the Wind-Fire Tribulation. All he needs is enough heaven-and-earth vitality to condense his Heaven-and-Earth Dharma Form, and this Kunpeng Egg is his target. If he obtains it, he will soon break through to the ninth level of the Mystical Ability Realm: Heaven-and-Earth Dharma Form. By then, he will become another formidable enemy. We may not be able to stop him from advancing to the Heaven-and-Earth Dharma Form, but we can still find a way to delay him."
"Since we can do that, there is naturally no need to be polite."
Seeing this, Fang Yu spoke in an especially calm tone.
"If we can cripple him, that would be best. Someone like Meng Shaobai is better off not living in this world."
Before his words had faded, Fang Yu's tone changed again as he transmitted in a cold, sinister voice.
"Cripple him? What did he do?"
Fang Han felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly asked.
He could naturally sense the astonishing killing intent Fang Yu harbored toward Meng Shaobai. He had only seen such intense killing intent once before—when Fang Yu faced the Demon Marshal, Ying Tianqing.
He had truly looked as though he wanted to swallow the Demon Marshal Ying Tianqing