Fang Qianyuan arrived travel-worn and dust-covered, his expression grave, but his eyes unwavering.
This time, his opponent was neither a fellow disciple on the dueling platform nor an ordinary rogue cultivator with cultivation alone and pitifully shallow foundations. He was one of the finest among rogue cultivators, an expert at the pinnacle of Human Rank-the tenth transformation!
Fang Qianyuan could easily have chosen not to rush over and fight such an opponent, yet he had done so anyway.
Not for Wang Yan, nor out of recklessness, but for the hot blood in his heart that had never cooled, for the blazing fighting spirit that yearned to witness this world's magnificent sights.
And so he had come, taking the initiative to attack an expert whose cultivation had reached the tenth transformation.
It's a shame I lack a means of attacking from range. That was a perfect opportunity just now. Tenth transformation expert or not, so long as he hasn't cultivated to the inhuman heights of Earth Rank, a heavy blow would still severely injure him, or even kill him! Amid his excitement, Fang Qianyuan could not help feeling some regret. He recalled the desperate measure of ramming his opponent with the Swift Eagle and wondered what might have happened had he possessed a better means of attack.
Still, top experts have a keen sense for mortal danger. He couldn't dodge that attack, but perhaps he would have dodged it if it had been lethal instead.
Looks like I'll have to face him head-on after all and let our skills settle the matter!
Riding Little White, Fang Qianyuan charged into the battlefield, then abruptly stopped only a few dozen feet from Xu Pingshan. Wang Yan hurried toward him at the sight, crying excitedly, "Junior Brother Fang, this man's cultivation is at the