The air suddenly became still, and nothing happened.
Michael looked up, glancing left and right.
"What happened? Where's the White Tiger?"
The six powerful figures standing behind Michael exchanged bewildered glances.
"Mr. Michael, is the magic circle not set up correctly?"
Michael's expression was rather grim. He had succeeded before, so what was going on now?
Fang Xian smiled slightly. The White Tiger is dead, how could Michael possibly be summoned again?
He looked at Michael with a mocking smile and spoke sarcastically.
"Michael, your formation failed?"
"Don't rush, we'll wait for you, please continue."
Upon hearing this, Hong Zhentian's smile was even more uncontrollable than an AK.
Zhong Shenxiu remained expressionless, merely shaking his head slightly, as if to say:
[Fang Xian, go ahead and play around. Who can beat you?]
Michael's lips twitched again as he looked at Fang Xian's provocation.
"Okay, okay, don't regret it."
He chanted the incantation again and waved his hand.
"White Tiger!"
"Come out!"
The sky was peaceful, and nothing happened.
Michael: ...
Fang Xian looked at Michael with amusement and continued to tease him.
"Michael, it's alright, you can continue, we'll wait for you."
At this moment, Michael also noticed something amiss.
Especially Hong Zhentian's face, flushed from suppressing laughter, clearly showed he was watching the spectacle.
He guessed that Zhong Shenxiu had tampered with the magic array, which was why the white tiger phantom could not descend.
If he had known that Baihu had been killed by Fang Xian, he probably would have already started to flee in a frenzy.
The powerful figure behind him stepped forward and spoke.
"Lord Michael, shall we summon again?"
"Summon my ass!"
Michael was furious; he didn't want to be made a fool of by Fang Xian again.
"You really have some impressive skills. You managed to destroy our magic array without making a sound. I'm quite surprised."
"but..."
"Whoosh!"
Michael's four pairs of wings suddenly spread out, stirring up gusts of wind.
He held a gleaming golden sword, pointing it at him.
"You still have to die!"
The six people behind Michael simultaneously emitted dazzling lights of different colors, going all out.
A terrifying pressure emanated from the sky, causing the heavens and earth to change color.
The people hiding inside the bus trembled, staring in terror at Michael and the others.
Ning Rong'er and Zheng En'ai held hands tightly, silently praying for Fang Xian, Zhong Shenxiu, and the others.
Compared to the dazzling brilliance of Michael and the others, Fang Xian's side appeared rather lackluster.
Ning Tian and the "Ten Elders" were poised to act, but without orders from Zhong Shenxiu or Hong Zhentian, they dared not make any rash moves.
As for the people in charge, Zhong Shenxiu and Hong Zhentian, they showed absolutely no intention of taking action.
They tacitly took a step back, their meaning unspoken.
Fang Xian shook his head and smiled wryly. These two old guys actually knew how to slack off.
Or perhaps they wanted Fang Xian to make a name for himself?
It makes sense, since they've already obtained both the "Dragon Egg" and the "Six-Winged Angel Blood".
With the White Tiger, one of the "Four Divine Beasts," killed and the Azure Dragon subdued, there's really no need to hide it any longer.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Xian's pure white wings quickly unfolded behind him, emitting a mysterious light.
At this moment, his aura and majesty far surpassed those of the "four-winged angel" Michael, and he exuded a sense of sacred inviolability.
"What's going on? Why do his wings look so familiar?"
Michael felt that Fang Xian's wings looked familiar, but he couldn't connect them to the white tiger.
For the powerful beings of Blue Star, the level 210 "Four Sacred Beasts" White Tiger is a god-like existence that no one can shake.
How could Fang Xian, who had only recently awakened his powers, possibly have any connection with the White Tiger?
Michael looked at Fang Xian with disdain, thinking that those were just flashy but impractical wings.
"Kid, you don't actually think you can participate in a battle of this level, do you?"
The six people standing behind Michael laughed simultaneously, showing the same disdain for Fang Xian.
"Hahaha! A 20-year-old kid dares to dream of participating in a battle between top-tier experts?"
"Has he lost his mind? Does he think he's something special just because he swept the 'Genius Tournament'?"
"How ridiculous, what a foolish boy."
"That's fine, our primary goal is to kill Fang Xian, which will save us a lot of trouble."
"I'm fast, so I'll go first. You guys provide cover. I think Zhong Shenxiu and his group definitely have something else in mind, otherwise they wouldn't have used Fang Xian as bait."
The man in black took out a black dagger and stepped out of the crowd.
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded silently.
Michael saw this man and tacitly approved of his behavior.
"Be careful, Zhong Shenxiu's speed is not to be underestimated either."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
The man in black vanished in a flash.
He kept changing his route and arrived in front of Fang Xian in the blink of an eye.
Surprisingly, Zhong Shenxiu remained unmoved and showed no intention of making a move.
The man in black couldn't figure out Zhong Shenxiu's actions, but with his prey so close at hand, he couldn't just give up.
A flash of black light appeared, and the dagger, swift as lightning, pierced straight towards Fang Xian's heart.
"Since you turn a blind eye, then let Fang Xian..."
"Go to hell!"
Michael and the others had been worried about the man in black, but seeing his dagger about to pierce Fang Xian's heart, they suddenly realized that Zhong Shenxiu was nothing special.
Just as the black dagger was about to pierce Fang Xian's chest, Fang Xian moved.
It was just a casual, nonchalant wave of the hand.
Their speed far exceeded that of the man in black.
The man in black couldn't dodge in time and took the punch squarely.
"Bang!"
The man in black exploded, scattering red and white substances all over the ground.
Silence, a deathly silence.
Michael unconsciously swallowed, his back drenched in sweat.
The man in black was a level 98 assassin wearing a "god-tier set," yet he was instantly killed?
Fang Xian is so fast? And so strong?
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
How difficult would it be to instantly kill a level 98 assassin wearing a "god-tier set"?
At the very least, the agility must be twice that of a level 98 assassin for the man in black to be unable to react.
Moreover, one must possess more than twice the "strength" of a level 98 "Knight" to be able to smash the man in black with a single punch.
But... how could such attribute points possibly exist in the world?
"Attribute Enhancer" is the only item that allows Awakened Ones to achieve such a level.
However, a country's reserves of "attribute-enhancing agents" will not exceed 10,000 bottles, and with the annual conflicts, it is impossible for "attribute-enhancing agents" not to be consumed.
If any country wants to hoard "attribute boosters" and not use them, it means they will find it impossible to progress in "advanced dungeons" and will be unable to obtain "attribute boosters" at all.
Therefore, storing "attribute enhancers" is impractical, but if it weren't for tens of thousands of "attribute enhancers", how could Fang Xian have achieved such a feat?
What... exactly is going on?