Fang Hao stood at the entrance of a valley named Soul Severing Gorge, gazing at the perilous canyon before him.
On both sides were bare, knife-cut cliffs, leaving a narrow path in the middle that could only accommodate a single carriage, with only a sliver of sky visible overhead.
The wind whistled through the gorge, making a wailing sound like ghosts crying.
This place was practically a natural ambush point.
'Gong Mingyuan... the debt for that sword strike at Heavenly Wolf Pass must be repaid,' Fang Hao muttered to himself, his eyes cold enough to freeze someone.
This time, he decided not to use the golden puppet.
Relying on external objects forever was not a long-term solution.
He wanted to test if he could chew through this tough bone—Gong Mingyuan, a Middle Golden Core Stage Cultivator who was experienced and skilled in assassination—relying solely on his own Late Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation and his mastery of Formations.
Risk? Of course, it was high!
