Zhang Fan let out a long breath, his body suddenly deflating like a punctured ball, and plopped down right on top of Lord Hongshan.
"Finally caught a live one," Zhang Fan looked at his spoils beneath him, a tired face blossoming with a trace of a smile.
This battle was exhausting, yet the gains were tremendous—not only had the Fire Dragon Pill Sword advanced to the Great Success Technique, perfecting the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield, but he had also caught Yin Hu.
Last time at Luoxia Town, although he had defeated Hai Pig, in the end that damned thing actually swallowed itself up; to this day Zhang Fan didn't even know if it lived or died.
But this time, it was different—the feeling under him was utterly real.
"Maybe I should just kill him."
Zhang Fan mused aloud. Yin Hu was one of the Thirteen Zodiacs—a value beyond words. Yet if he fell into the hands of the Daoist Alliance and his family's secret were uncovered, it would be too late for tears.
