"Let's battle in the sky." Ling Han led the way and flew into the sky.
The fake Ling Han, meanwhile, was neither too fast nor too slow. He too rose into the air. He looked at Ling Han, and showed a hint of pride, "With the body of a Venerate, capable of standing against a Saint, you are indeed extraordinary."
"I don't want to kill such a prodigy either!"
"I'll give you a chance. Submit to me, and I can spare your life."
Ling Han couldn't help but laugh in spite of himself, "You really know how to daydream."
His strength had already reached the Saint Tier, and this signified that even a Nine-Star Saint wouldn't be able to stop him if he wanted to flee.
Thus, the Imperial Clans were extremely wary of him. They didn't fart even when they saw the Nine Suns Holy Land start up again.
Because if they were unable to kill Ling Han, that would pose an incredibly great threat to themselves.
