The white-haired middle-aged man referred to as Mr. Dragon Elephant by the Sealing Sword Pavilion Master glanced at Fang Lin but did not make a move against him.
Fang Lin, however, dared not let his guard down. The aura of this white-haired middle-aged man was simply too strong, no weaker than the Pavilion Master of the Sealing Sword Pavilion. He had lost an arm in the battle—even though it could heal eventually, it was impossible to restore it to its peak condition in a short time.
If he were to clash with the white-haired middle-aged man again at this moment, there was virtually no chance of victory.
"Still not taking back the ancient spear? Even if it pierces me for another decade or two, I won't perish." The Pavilion Master of the Sealing Sword Pavilion said with a smile.
Fang Lin heard his words but did not respond. With a wave of his hand, the ancient spear flew out from the Pavilion Master's body and returned to Fang Lin's hand.
