The two traded barbs back and forth. Anger occasionally flashed in Bing Luo's eyes, but he never made a move. Instead, he became more vigilant, afraid Fang Yun and Hu Li would join forces against him.
After exchanging a few teasing remarks with Hu Li, Fang Yun stopped paying attention to Bing Luo.
Bing Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then shouted, "Bing Tong, Fang Yun is of the Human Race, while you are of the Ice Clan. Why do you not obey the Ice Clan's Great Demon King and kill Fang Yun?"
Bing Tong said impatiently, "Cut the nonsense. You kill all the Human Race sages first, and I'll immediately make a move against Fang Yun. Anger me, and I'll kill you first!"
Bing Luo gritted his teeth. He had long known of Bing Tong's ferocious reputation and did not dare fly into a rage.
Palm-sized snowflakes drifted down continuously from the sky. All four present had no choice but to keep releasing power to protect themselves.
Before long, a Demon Barbarian arrived.
Hu Li whispered into Fang Yun's ear, "A genius of the Lion Race, Shi Jun. He is King Shi Kan's son, and his strength is extraordinary. He loves fighting and brutality most. He once provoked Bing Tong, yet managed to retreat with his whole body intact. That is exceedingly rare."
Fang Yun glanced at the massive Lion Demon King. His entire body was covered in Blood-Qi Armor, crimson shot through with gold. Half of each eye was golden, the other half blood-red; his bloodline was peculiar. He breathed in huge gulps, and every exhalation spewed thick white mist. Clearly, reaching this place had cost him considerable strength. Frozen wounds marked his left shoulder and right leg, recovering at an extremely slow pace.
Bing Luo hurriedly