Before Yun Qing could give the order, Yun Tianluo, Yun Baojian, Yun Jinglei, and the others had already shaken off their opponents in perfect coordination. Their figures crossed, and in an instant, they surrounded Fu Sanyuan at the edge of the Third-Tier Platform.
The auras of the Twelve Young Masters linked together like an invisible net, sealing off every direction.
"Fellow Daoist, why have you stopped running?" Yun Qing fixed his Double Pupils on Fu Sanyuan and spoke with a chuckle. Though he felt rather like a villain who "died from talking too much," saying it aloud was immensely satisfying.
He had long wondered how this charlatan would sneak onto the Heaven Tier. He had never expected him to hide among the Ji Clan's ranks. He had almost been outfoxed by a fellow schemer.
What truly confirmed it for Yun Qing was the instant that aura wavered after Ji Shuyue ordered his people down a step. Without his Double Pupils, he would never have noticed it.
"Eldest Young Master Yun, those eyes of yours truly inspire both envy and headaches." Fu Sanyuan smiled bitterly.
He surveyed the Yun Clan's prodigies eyeing him like hungry tigers and spread his hands with a smile. "Fellow Daoists, why make such a fuss? This humble Daoist is merely a fortune-teller. My shoulders cannot bear burdens, my hands cannot lift them. Fighting and killing really aren't my forte."
Yun Qing angled the Bear All Things Spear toward him, its tip breathing wisps of hazy gray chaos aura. "A fortune-teller? Then why not divine whether you can slip away from my spear today, Fellow Daoist Fu?"
Fu Sanyuan smiled bitterly. "Well... there's no need to divine that. This humble Daoist already knows the answer."
"Enough chatter. Pay with your life for my beloved pet, Little Huang!"