"The board is set. Win or lose, we must play this final game to its end."
Dongsheng Shenzhou, atop the main peak of Hanging Water Mountain.
Behind the Heavenly Demon Fang Jin, the dazzling radiance of that earth-shaking battle lit the sky as bright as day. Even from so far away, a mere glance upward revealed countless bursts of light piercing the heavens.
And still, numerous streaks of rainbow light flew toward that place destined for a fight to the death.
Several presences swept straight over Fang Jin's head, leaving only faint traces of Tribulation Transcendence aura.
Atop Hanging Water Mountain, Fang Jin wore a Confucian scholar's robes and a Scholar's Hat. His youthful face was exceedingly handsome and regular in its features. It watched the mountain waters before him spill down from the summit, forming a waterfall.
"Boluo certainly hasn't played a good move."
The earth veins shifted, and a clay man rose from the ground. Its face had neither features nor expression, and an utterly calm voice emerged from somewhere unknown.
Fang Jin glanced over, his tone somewhat displeased:
"If you won't play this game, someone naturally has to play it for you. You never truly refused, so that means you consented. Those have always been the rules."
"If you fear death, you should never have taken on the name Yuanqiong. Every breath you take now was bought with the lives of who knows how many of our kin."
"Not everything beneath the heavens is a blessing waiting for you, nor will someone always be there to clean up after you."
The clay man darted before Fang Jin in the blink of an eye, anger in its voice:
"Junior! That is no way to speak to your elder."
Fang Jin showed no fear. "If you face calamity with