On the mountain peak, Fang Xing held a child in one arm, carrying a human head with the other, a Teng She coiled around his waist, a giant golden crow standing beside him. His gray robe fluttered in the chill wind by the mirror's edge, billowing like murderous intent filling the air, he loudly challenged the Scions of the Dao from Divine Land all around: "Aren't you the Alliance of Guardians? Who can you protect in front of me?"
In the air were countless cultivators, countless masters, all renowned figures wherever they went, yet not a single person answered.
Some were full of hatred, some were furious, some were brimming with murderous intent.
But none denied that the little monster charged through them, and none could stop him.
Amongst the scores of arrogant figures on the field, who had attempted one after another to stop this little monster, not one had made him hesitate for even half a step.
"Is there anyone left who wants to challenge me?"
