"I have no interest in playing this cat-and-mouse game with you anymore."
Fang Han suddenly let out a low groan, his voice booming like a bell, causing the surrounding air to vibrate slightly.
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly unleashed a sword strike, which seemed to tear through the void. Its power was more than twice as strong as his previous attack.
The sword moved with lightning speed, aiming straight for Fang Yuantu's throat, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue—fierce and deadly.
Fang Yuantu had no choice but to grit his teeth, raise his broadsword, and do his best to block Fang Han's extremely fierce sword strike.
In an instant, a loud "hum" was heard, like the ringing of a great bell, and sparks flew everywhere, dazzling and spectacular.
In the midst of this fierce collision, Fang Yuantu's sword was cleaved in two.
Fang Yuantu stared at the broken sword in his hand, his face instantly turning ashen.
At this moment, Fang Han's sword still possessed considerable momentum, carrying a chilling aura, and thrust towards his throat.
The scorching sword wind rushed towards him, and Fang Yuantu could even clearly feel the breath of death, a deep despair.
However, just as Fang Han's Xuan Tie sword was about to touch his neck, the powerful aura suddenly receded, like a surging tide instantly flowing away.
The black iron sword was firmly held against his neck, yet it did not cut even a bit of his skin.
Fang Yuantu could even feel the scorching sword blade pressed against his neck, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.
"This kid's attacks are so fierce, yet he can still control them with ease. Clearly, he hasn't used his true strength yet."
Fang Yuantu sighed inwardly, feeling utterly hopeless.
He understood that he had been utterly defeated today, utterly powerless to fight back.
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