His black hair danced wildly, his bearing domineering and majestic.
Waves of terrifying aura radiated from him, as though he had become one with heaven and earth. It was none other than Blood Rain Demon Venerable.
"You trespassed into the Blood Rain Cult and provoked me. Now you want to simply walk away? Have you asked my permission?"
His mighty voice rang out like rolling thunder.
Fang Yang leaped down from the Flying Carriage.
The Azure Shadow Sword followed close behind him.
Its blade still trembled slightly, as though it had eaten its fill.
And so it was tipsy.
Boom!
It was like a meteor striking the earth.
A crater was smashed into the mountaintop.
Gales surged, and his aura billowed.
Under everyone's terrified gazes, Fang Yang landed on the ground and coldly regarded the people before him.
In fact, when those two Heavenly Yin Sect disciples had attempted their assassination, he had already vaguely suspected something.
The Heavenly Yin Sect Master might come in person.
After all, the other party had even involved the Divination Pavilion and paid an enormous price. That showed just how determined he was to have him dead.
Under such circumstances, the other party could not possibly send only two guardians to assassinate him!
Even if...
It was almost certain that he was gravely injured.
Because he was Blood Rain Demon Venerable.
The Demon Venerable who had held the Tang Kingdom's many demonic sects under his heel for over a decade!
Even if he was injured or ill.
The shadow he had left in these people's hearts would never fade.
If the other party wanted to kill him, he would have to come himself.
And so...
When he had attacked earlier, he had deliberately sensed his surroundings. Sure enough, he had noticed something unusual here.