Yang Tong's face twisted with ferocious arrogance; his five fingers erupted with dazzling immortal light, sharp as blades, viciously exerting his strength, intent on piercing Xu Yang's neck and crushing everything above his shoulders to a pulp.
But at the very instant he struck, to his horror, he discovered that Xu Yang before him was becoming gradually illusory, the entire figure vanishing from his grasp like running sand.
"What the…"
"Golden Immortal Talisman, Golden Immortal Speed!"
A cold mocking voice echoed by Yang Tong's ears, causing him to lose focus in an instant.
Golden Immortal Talisman?
Wait a minute…
Could it be the Golden Immortal Talismans he took at the trade gathering?
Yang Tong hadn't been at Four Spirits Town then, only heard others mention it afterwards, and hadn't given it any thought.
If it had been Yang Zhenyuan, he would've figured it out long ago.
An Xu Yang who possesses three Golden Immortal Talismans—how could I possibly kill him?
Spurt!
