As the news of Fang Wang's arrival began to spread, he stood against the wind, his gaze locked on the distant blood-red pillar of energy, where he could see the terrifying figure within.
"What on earth is that?"
Fang Wang wondered in amazement. The blood-red pillar of energy made him uneasy; if it contained Lu Yuanjun's Ghost Instrument, it was outrageously powerful.
One by one, Demonic Cultivators from Chi Devil Sect charged at him, trying to halt him, but before he could make a move, Xiao Zi opened its snake mouth and spewed out vast Sword Qi, forcefully scattering the Demonic Cultivators' Spells and forcing them to dodge in panic.
As Fang Wang entered the battlefield, more and more Great Cultivators took note of his presence.
Including the people around the altar.
Xu Qiuming watched the figures of Fang Wang and Xiao Zi, his mouth curving upward. He turned to look at the white-haired man and said, "I hope you won't beg for mercy later."