Fang Donghuan left without hesitation, making a clean break of it.
With his departure, the True Person Grandmasters backing the Zeng Family were left high and dry.
No one had expected this veteran True Person, famous throughout Great Xia, to lose so decisively that he could not even put up a meaningful fight.
He had said a few words and caught two darts—no, he had caught only one. If the Heaven Lion King had not intervened against the second, it would have killed him outright!
When the others looked at Pan Long, there was even more wariness in their eyes than before.
Everyone knew Pan Long was strong.
But his strength had seemed to lie chiefly in his deep reserves, and perhaps in methods left over from his previous life.
For instance, when he had fought the Cang Family's three True Persons in South Xia City, he had not won through his own martial prowess. He had relied on a treasure that unleashed endless flames, burning Fleet-Footed Taotie Jing Wan to death in a single blaze and sending the Ancestor of the Cang Family and Daoist Qingxu fleeing for their lives. In the end, they had even needed Drunken Immortal Chen Yan to save them.
That treasure's power was naturally boundless, and Pan Long, who wielded it, was naturally fearsome.
But that was not truly his own ability. It was power borrowed from an external object, not real martial skill.
Now, however, Pan Long had nearly killed Mountain-Moving Elder Fang Donghuan with a dart. That was his own genuine ability.
Give him a moment to prepare, and he could throw another dart like it.
Before such a dart, even a True Person at the Return to the Natural State might not withstand it, let alone a Grandmaster at the Unity