Wang Teng said nothing. Ye Fan's words had struck straight at his heart, but he had no way to refute them.
The facts were plain to see.
Seeing this, Ye Fan shook his head. "Then keep your silence and die."
"You think you've already won?" Wang Teng spoke at last, his expression cold as he stared at Ye Fan.
"The Emperor Path has only just begun, and the Road to Immortality is still far away. The glory of this lifetime is only now beginning. Who lives and who dies in the end remains to be seen."
Wang Teng's aura grew fiercer, surging with violent fluctuations.
"Teng'er!" the Wang Family Head shouted, his voice full of anguish and rage.
Anguish for Wang Teng, rage at Ye Fan.
"Planning to make your final strike like this?" Ye Fan saw through Wang Teng's intentions.
The bastard actually meant to burn his life force and use a move that would kill a thousand enemies at the cost of twelve hundred of his own.
It was little different from blowing himself up.
Ye Fan shook his head. Against a move so close to self-destruction, he could not take it head-on and emerge unscathed.
Only when the gap in strength was enormous could someone disregard an opponent's self-destruction.
Wang Teng was actually one realm above Ye Fan. Ye Fan would not die from such a move, of course, but he would still be injured.
Whoosh!
A sharp sound split the air. Ye Fan activated Nine Secrets: Xing and sped away. He wasn't crazy enough to see someone about to blow himself up and go looking for trouble. Did Wang Teng think he was too stupid to dodge?
As for the city, it would be fine. How could a prodigy at the King realm destroy a city