Fan Tian's gaze slowly swept over the thirteen Dou Zong Protectors, as though he were taking inventory.
"Thirteen Dou Zong, two Dou Zun..." Fan Tian murmured, a strange smile suddenly curling his lips. "That lineup won't be easy to fight."
Seeing that he showed not fear but a faint trace of excitement, Venerable Qing Hai frowned slightly.
"Brat, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
At his command, more than a dozen Dou Zong closed in.
Terrifying Dou Qi spread across the sky above the Misty Cloud Sect.
Fan Tian finally turned and glanced at Yao Ling and Gu Xun'er.
"Judging by your stance, you're planning to fight them to the death?"
"Let me make this clear first. If you want to fight, go ahead. At most, I'll hold off a few Dou Zong for you!"
Yao Ling smiled without saying anything.
She knew that was simply Fan Tian's temperament. What she had just done had indeed displeased him.
But Fan Tian had a sharp tongue and a soft heart.
When it truly mattered, he would never let them down!
Gu Xun'er froze.
What was that supposed to mean?
This bastard was so powerful, yet he was leaving them to fight the Dou Zun.
What was he going to do, then?
Still, more than a dozen Dou Zong working together would be no weaker than an ordinary Dou Zun!
"What are you staring at?" Fan Tian glared furiously at Gu Xun'er.
"Didn't you hear what the Hall of Souls said? They're after your Emperor Clan bloodlines. What does that have to do with me?"
With that, Fan Tian blurred into a streak of black light and shot toward the distant horizon.
Hearing Fan Tian's words, the dozen or so Dou Zong Protectors from the Hall of Souls hesitated