The Vajra seemed as if it were naturally formed—exceedingly exquisite, silver-white, its surface gleaming, adorned with ancient and natural Dao Glyphs.
Ye Fan stared at it, unblinking. Was this the rumored Vajra from ancient legends on the other side of the starry sky? Unease stirred in his heart.
"Quite bold! Leaving a message after killing, and yet you still linger here. How arrogant!" the man with the Golden Gourd suspended above his head scolded coldly.
These three must be successors of Flickering Light, Ye Fan realized, all disciples of the reclusive Elders, undoubtedly three of the top ten experts.
BUZZ.
The Golden Gourd above his head swayed and instantly enlarged, becoming like a Great Golden Mountain as it rushed toward Ye Fan. He had no desire to say more and attacked directly.
CRACK!
In that instant, a large section of the earth below suddenly split open, entirely due to the immense weight of the Golden Gourd in the sky.
