BANG!
Ye Fan swung a fist imbued with Pure Yang Power and struck the Mo Sect Guardian squarely in the back, sending him flying before he crashed hard onto the ground. The Mo Sect Guardian spat out a mouthful of black blood. He had integrated toxins into his very bloodstream to temper his body—a truly ruthless practice of his sect.
Weakly, he gasped, "So this is the power of the Emperor Level. I actually thought that with my exquisite poison arts, even an Emperor-level Master would be no match for me. But now I realize a King is just a King, and an Emperor is an Emperor. No matter how many tricks the former has, they are destined to be no match for an expert of the Emperor Level! King of Heaven," he snarled, "from this day forward, you are marked for death by my Mo Sect! We will have our revenge for this!"
He immediately turned and fled, but Ye Fan shouted after him, "Since we're already enemies, you can just stay!"
