"Are you all ready?"

Fang Han asked calmly.

"bring it on!"

Gongsun Dade and Gongsun Guyun exchanged a glance, then shouted in unison.

Just then, Fang Hannian made a quiet movement.

In an instant, the longswords in the hands of Gongsun Dade and Gongsun Guyun seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, and with a "whoosh", they were suddenly drawn from their sheaths.

Two flashes of cold light appeared, and the longswords spun rapidly around their heads like lightning, creating a whooshing sound.

Immediately afterwards, a tuft of hair slowly drifted down from the top of each of their heads, swirling gently in the air before quietly landing.

Gongsun Dade and Gongsun Guyun then seemed to wake from a dream, their faces turning deathly pale.

They stared at Fang Han with horror and disbelief in their eyes.

At this moment, they finally realized that Fang Han had actually controlled their swords with his divine sense.

If Fang Han had harbored murderous intent just now, what fell would not have been just a tuft of hair, but their heads.

Upon realizing this, the two felt a chill run down their spines. Their initial contempt for Fang Han vanished instantly, replaced by deep fear and awe.

Just before Gongsun Dade and Gongsun Guyun could make their move, a sharp light flashed in Fang Han's eyes, and his divine sense, like an invisible blade, moved swiftly once more.

In an instant, Gongsun Guyun felt a powerful and strange suction force surging towards Fang Han's location.

This suction force was like the hand of a demon god from the deepest hell, unstoppable, and instantly locked her firmly in place.

Gongsun Guyun's eyes widened, his face filled with horror and disbelief.

She tried desperately to steady herself, stomping her feet on the ground to resist the powerful suction, but all her efforts were in vain.

Her body, like a leaf swaying in a gale, involuntarily drifted rapidly toward Fang Han.