"A Grand Merit as a bounty?"
Fang Han's eyes narrowed. 'No wonder Yuan Zhan looked so excited to see me.'
A Grand Merit was equivalent to three minor merits and could be exchanged for a Grandmaster Level Technique or some precious Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. For any Elder, it was an irresistible temptation.
"That's right."
The curve of Yuan Zhan's lips grew more pronounced, his sunken eyes gleaming with greed.
"Your head is worth one Grand Merit in the Netherworld Pavilion. I can't believe my luck, running into you like this."
He slowly raised his long saber. Its blade was as black as ink, reflecting a cold, sinister light under the sun.
The aura around him surged, and the terrifying pressure of a Late Stage of Third Grade expert bore down on Fang Han like a physical mountain.
"Today is the day you die."
Before his voice had even faded, Yuan Zhan moved.
