Fang Hong's thoughts stirred, and he conjured several sharp ice swords that hovered above Gu Feng's head, their blades pointing downwards, emitting an icy chill. The outcome was now beyond doubt.
"Uh. I lost."
"Fellow Daoist Fang's Immortal Power is unfathomable. This old man does not feel wronged to lose today."
Gu Feng slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Fang Hong, his face filled with helplessness and admiration.
Gu Feng couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Fellow Daoist Fang, just how many types of Great Dao Laws have you Cultivated? Such profound Immortal Power is truly unbelievable."
Fang Hong withdrew the hovering ice swords, smiled faintly, and casually replied, "It's nothing, I just know a little bit of everything."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and jumped off the Stage, leaving Gu Feng standing there in a daze.
"Everything?"
