As Fang Han spoke with the Yellow Springs Demon Dragon, the dragon suddenly warned him, "Careful! It looks like that fellow Ling Yun still hasn't given up his wicked designs. He's less than a hundred li ahead of you! The moment you show yourself, those fellows will strike!"
"Damn it! Why has he set his sights on me? Just because I turned down his invitation?"
Fang Han was speechless. He had already kept a low enough profile, yet someone had still targeted him.
Why doesn't this fellow go after our Grand Martial Ancestor instead?
Shouldn't someone as conspicuous as Grand Martial Ancestor usually be the one people target?
Before Fang Han had finished grumbling, the Yellow Springs Demon Dragon dealt him a merciless blow. "Are you really that stupid? With your Grand Martial Ancestor's combat power rivaling a mid-stage Supreme's, who would dare go after him? Wouldn't that be courting death? Only small fry like you get targeted!"
Small fry?
Fang Han did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Fine!
Compared with Grand Martial Ancestor, I really do seem like small fry.
Never mind comparing himself with his Grand Martial Ancestor-even among these trial participants, Fang Han ranked among the most insignificant.
Of the many participants taking this trial, most had Saint King Rank cultivation. Only a handful were at Saint Rank.
So it was hardly surprising that Fang Han had been targeted.
After the Yellow Springs Demon Dragon told Fang Han where Ling Yun and his two companions were, Fang Han chose the safest approach and tried to avoid them.
But soon, the Yellow Springs Demon Dragon warned him, "Fang Han, boy, those fellows must have locked onto your location. Whenever you move, they move with you. Looks like they've got you firmly in their sights!"
Hearing that