Su Fang had now reached the cultivation of a Sixth-Stage Martial Lord, yet he still might not be able to defeat that Mad Old Man.
But protecting himself under his hand should no longer be a problem.
With that thought, Su Fang temporarily put away the Heavenly Spirit Flower.
"Phew, it was time to leave."
"I wonder whether there are any opportunities left in the Gate of Fate..." Su Fang muttered to himself, then prepared to leave this place.
With a thought from him, a white light descended at once and transported Su Fang back onto the platform.
"Die!" The instant Su Fang appeared on the platform, he heard the sounds of battle.
Brother Meng was actually fighting the cold, masked youth.
"Hand over the treasure. Don't force me to kill you..."
Brother Meng's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the cold, masked youth...
Yet the youth showed no fear whatsoever.
He replied icily, "Treasure belongs to the capable. What I obtained belongs to me..."
"You bastard! I was clearly the one who found it first. You suddenly appeared and snatched it away—what kind of nonsense is that..."
Brother Meng roared hysterically.
Clearly, that treasure was extremely important to him.
Just as the two faced off against one another,
Su Fang's sudden appearance shattered the original deadlock.
"Hm? It's you."
Brother Meng suddenly cried out. At a glance, he recognized Su Fang, who was not wearing armor.
Seeing this, Su Fang had no intention of denying it. At this point, it no longer mattered whether his identity was exposed.
Because he already possessed the means to contend against a Seventh-Stage Martial Spirit.
"Yes, it's me. So what?"
"Aren't you two going to keep fighting?"
With his arms folded across his chest, Su Fang stood to one side,