At that moment, Zhang Zixiang's Dao Heart suffered some damage. Before he had even fought Hu Yun, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Pfft..."
Hu Yun, who had been showing off for barely three seconds, likewise inexplicably spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You bastard, are you sick or something, coughing up blood before we've even fought?!" Hu Yun pointed at Zhang Zixiang and unleashed a torrent of curses.
"Even if I have to fight you until the fish dies and the net breaks today, I will slay you, the scum who humiliated my Myriad Laws Sect, within this grand formation!" Zhang Zixiang declared sternly, his face dark.
With that, the grand formation in Zhang Zixiang's hand abruptly lit up. Throughout the Small Space, the five elements were instantly inverted, and black and white became indistinguishable.
Just as Zhang Zixiang prepared to kill Hu Yun with a single strike, Hu Yun suddenly appeared before him, rested a hand on his wrist, and said with a smile, "I know you're angry, but hold off on getting angry for a moment. You didn't believe me when I said I divined it, but I've only ever cast two divinations for other people. One was for my senior brother, the sect master. I divined that he was a dead-end patriarch, without even a disciple to carry on his line. The second fell to you."
Hu Yun's words stunned Zhang Zixiang. Immediately afterward, Hu Yun pressed the Xiantian Grand Formation in his hand straight back into his palm.
Hu Yun blinked at Zhang Zixiang and said, "Want to make a bet? If the Myriad Laws Sect really is wiped out one day, you're not allowed to resist!"
"What are we betting? Let's stake your life. Do you dare?" Zhang Zixiang immediately shot back as