"Senior Yama, how strong are those fellows?"
After marveling at what he had heard, Fang Han did not forget the matter at hand.
He had yet to reach the Saint King realm, while Ling Yun was already at the early stage of the Saint King realm.
If Ling Yun joined forces with several more Saint King cultivators, never mind ambushing him-even intercepting and killing him openly would be no difficult feat.
Know yourself and your enemy, and you could win a hundred battles!
That was why Fang Han had to learn how strong these fellows were and prepare in advance.
"They're all in the Saint King realm, six of them altogether! The strongest has already reached the sixth level of the Saint King realm. He's far stronger than you."
The Yellow Springs Demon Dragon sighed and offered Fang Han a plan. "You can't handle them alone. If all else fails, go find your Grand Martial Ancestor. As long as you cling tightly to his thigh, these fellows won't dare provoke you!"
Fang Han also knew that, given the terrifying strength Qin Wuyou had displayed, those six Saint Kings would not even survive a single stroke of his Grand Martial Ancestor's sword.
Yet Fang Han still rejected the Yellow Springs Demon Dragon's suggestion. Shaking his head, he said, "With Grand Martial Ancestor's strength, killing them would be as easy as turning over his palm. But I, Fang Han, am a man who will become a Great Emperor one day. How could I rely on Grand Martial Ancestor for everything? If I can't even overcome this little difficulty, what right do I have to become a Great Emperor?"
Though Fang Han had chosen the path of lying low, that did not mean he intended to hide forever!
Nor did it mean he