Battling Flying Light

Flying Light knew Li Fuchan's cunning all too well.

As if inventing Fuchan Li had not been enough, he had come up with Chanli Fu as well, shuffling his name back and forth and running circles around it.

That day, it had chased him out of the cave in a towering rage, never suspecting that the bastard had left behind a false body, which leisurely returned to the cave and took away the magical artifacts and other belongings.

Through that same web of schemes, he had even calmly carried off its Wandering Gold Spirit Object.

By the time it realized it had been fooled and doubled back, both the man and the treasures were long gone. That Baleful Qi lodged in its throat, impossible to swallow or spit out. It had suffered a colossal loss and could only choke on it in silence.

If Li Fuchan had simply left Southern Border and never appeared within Filth Mountain's territory again, Flying Light truly would have had no way to deal with him.

Yet of all people, this man, as cautious as a long snake, had actually dared to come knocking of his own accord.

Someone like Li Fuchan would never take a single step without first planning a hundred steps of retreat.

Since he dared to march brazenly up Filth Mountain, there could be only one explanation: he believed he now had the means to kill it.

Flying Light had already accepted the loss of its Spirit Object.

Having accepted it, it no longer harbored even the slightest hope of recovering anything.

Whether Li Fuchan possessed the means to kill it, it did not know, nor did it need to know. It simply assumed he did.

So the instant it saw Li Fuchan, it fled without hesitation.

Rather than being startled,