A terrifying energy, far exceeding the terrifying power of a level one spell, descended upon Fang Zong!

Fang Zong decisively sliced ​​off Yasuo's head with a single stroke.

Yasuo felt himself fly up, surrounded by emptiness. The last thing he heard was Fang Zong's roar, which seemed to come from the depths of his soul!

"Kill my general! Seize my secret manual!"

Betraying one's teacher and ancestors! An unforgivable crime!

He saw Fang Zong burn his headless corpse with real fire, then raise his head and fearlessly confront Bei Chi Shou's second-stage spell.

A dazzling display of light filled the air, and Fang Zong continued to roar!

"Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts) is just the foreplay!"

Fang Zong let out a long roar: "The Wind God Sect is full of heroes, I, Fang Zong, ask myself, I cannot do the same!"

I came to Japan not to seek complete selflessness, but simply for inner peace!

If I were also a swordsman, I would ask for...

It's this peace and tranquility that shatters the inner demons!

With a backward slash, Fang Zong passed right through Bei Chi Shou's magic.

His iron armor and silver clothes flashed constantly, making him look like a silver-armored war god charging alone against thousands of troops.

His silver armor was shattered, and blood streamed from his mouth, yet his eyes remained resolute, his spirit undiminished by his injuries!

He hovered high in the sky, his fingers tracing the blade. Although his clothes were tattered and he looked rather disheveled, he seemed to be standing on a stage centered around himself, exuding both elegance and unwavering resolve.

"Eastern Kingdom, suit-wearing thug Fang Zong, level one skill."

Fang Zong spoke softly.

The voice was very soft, but it startled Bei Chishou.

Fang Zong, a descendant of the Chinese!

You're saying all this because you want to...

Where did you get such audacity?!