Ling Fan ascended the stairs slowly and at last arrived in front of Nine Dragons Palace, where he saw a man in a black robe with starry brows and sharp eyes, standing with his hands behind his back, staring intently at him.
"So, you are the widely acclaimed number one in Law Cultivation from Xiangjiang, the great master Yong Xinghua?" Ling Fan stopped in his tracks, looked at the man across the space between them, and spoke indifferently.
At this moment, those standing afar and watching held their breaths, not daring to let out a sound, intently watching the two men confront each other on the spot.
"I hadn't believed that Brother Huangfu also lost to you, and I hadn't believed that Qin He was killed by you, but now, I believe it!" Yong Xinghua's voice was soft, giving a fleeting and indefinite impression.
"So, what now? Are you planning to bow down or fight a battle to the death with me?" Ling Fan asked curiously.
