Lin Fan was no fool either. His eyes shifted as he said coldly, "Qin Wuyou, you're at saint king peak, and you have the nerve to call this a fair fight? If you just want to humiliate me, get on with it! Why resort to such despicable tricks? You're only making me think less of you!"
Lin Fan had hoped to gain the upper hand by taking a step back, but Qin Wuyou merely said lightly, "Lin Fan, put away your little schemes! Before absolute strength, every plot and trick is futile! Trash like you doesn't warrant my full strength! Saint rank cultivation alone is more than enough to kill you!"
When Lin Fan heard Qin Wuyou's arrogant words, he showed no anger. Instead, a faint smile appeared, as though his scheme had succeeded.
The whole reason he had gone to such trouble and wasted so many words was to force Qin Wuyou to suppress his cultivation.
Only when Qin Wuyou lowered himself to the same realm would Lin Fan have a chance of defeating him.
Now that Qin Wuyou had agreed to suppress his cultivation, Lin Fan beamed and declared loudly, "Qin Wuyou, you're asking for a beating! Don't refuse to admit defeat when you lose!"
"You certainly talk a lot!"
Qin Wuyou's only response was a cool, curt command. "Make your move! Don't say I never gave you a chance!"
"Hmph! Arrogant bastard!"
Lin Fan roared in anger, unleashing his saint rank aura in full.
At the same time, a radiant divine sword appeared in his hand!
As the divine sword emerged, terrifying sword light illuminated the sky like stars. An enormous phantom star surged from the blade, radiating the mighty power of the Heaven and Earth Laws.
"Gasp! That's... a Supreme Weapon! Who would have thought Lin