"Fang Han, now that you're not stupid anymore, you've learned to brag, and you've even bragted so much."
Zhao Wu certainly didn't believe Fang Han's words; in his view, Fang Han was just bluffing.
If Fang Han really had the courage to fight against Zhou Shenjiang or Cao Shenjiang, then they might still be wary of Fang Han and wouldn't dare to underestimate him.
But at this moment, seeing that Fang Han was only talking big but didn't dare to make a move, his contempt for Fang Han grew stronger.
In his view, the reason was simple: Fang Han simply didn't dare to make a move.
Moreover, his younger brother Zhao Jian was just a minor figure at the Martial Master level. Even if he was really killed by Fang Han, it wouldn't prove that Fang Han was a master.
Perhaps Zhao Jian was careless and underestimated his opponent, which allowed Fang Han to take advantage of the situation.
As for the burning of the Zhao family's manor and the deaths of several disciples of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect at Fang Han's hands, Zhao Wu believed that this was probably not Fang Han's doing at all, but rather because Fang Han had two powerful women backing him up.
The two women were highly capable, so doing these things was naturally no problem for them.
Fang Han was a worthless fool who was despised by everyone just a few months ago. How could he have transformed into a Foundation Establishment Realm expert in such a short time?
Zhao Wu, relying on the few precious pills bestowed upon him by Li Wentian, is now a high-level Martial Grandmaster.
Moreover, he had been tempered in the military and had extremely rich combat experience.
He was brimming with confidence that if he suddenly made a move and took Fang Han hostage, he would be able to capture him easily and with a sure thing.
In his view, the reason his father, Zhao Tiancheng, and grandfather, Zhao Banshan, described Fang Han as so formidable in their letters to him was because those two powerful and mysterious women had intervened. If it weren't for those two women, Fang Han would be nothing to fear.
At this moment, Zhao Wu felt like an ant on a hot pan, extremely anxious, yet he dared not rashly attack Fang Han.
As far as the eye could see, Mei Ruohua and Yelü Hong were on high alert.
Although Mei Ruohua was seriously injured in the previous fierce battle, her face was as pale as paper, her breath was weak, and she had almost no fighting power left, she still stood stubbornly.
Yelü Hong was not injured. If Yelü Hong had made a move, it would have been extremely difficult for Zhao Wu to capture Fang Han. He would have been very likely to have perished under Yelü Hong's fierce attack and die.
However, the situation forced Zhao Wu to make a choice.
If Fang Han is not taken hostage, he will not only have difficulty escaping today, but he may even be killed by Fang Han and his men.
The thought of possibly dying on the spot filled Zhao Wu with a deep sense of fear and resentment.
"Zhao Wu, are you secretly planning to take me hostage, but afraid that others will stop you?"
Looking at Zhao Wu's unpredictable expression, Fang Han's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. He said calmly, "Alright, I'll find you a chance to challenge me alone, so you can make your move without any worries."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wu's heart stirred, but then a sense of doubt arose within him.
He frowned, his eyes filled with wariness and suspicion, and said, "Fang Han, you're not lying to me, are you? Who knows if you have some kind of conspiracy waiting for me to fall into it?"
At this moment, the situation on the battlefield is undergoing subtle changes.
The battle between Zhou Shenjiang and Hongxiu has entered a fierce stage. The two sides exchange blows, their swords flashing and their true energy surging.
However, judging from the current situation, the two are basically evenly matched.
However, Zhou Shenjiang is burning his life essence, which cannot be sustained. Once his life essence is exhausted, he will surely be defeated, and only death awaits him.
Meanwhile, Cao Shenjiang and Chen Tingxue had already exchanged several blows.
Chen Tingxue remained calm and simply struck out with her palm. That seemingly casual palm strike contained terrifying power.
Cao Shenjiang felt an overwhelming force strike him, and he was thrown far away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.
Looking at the situation before him, Zhao Wu grew increasingly anxious.
He knew they had no time to waste. If this stalemate continued, they would all be finished, and the Zhao family would be doomed.
"We will absolutely not intervene. You can settle your own scores."
At that moment, Mei Ruohua, Yelü Hong, and Gongsun Yaoqin spoke almost in unison.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wu was overjoyed, as if he had grasped a lifeline.
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately drew his sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, like a bloodthirsty venomous snake.
Immediately afterward, he flashed forward, his figure as swift as a ghost, and instantly appeared in front of Fang Han.
He needed to take down Fang Han as quickly as possible to turn the tide of the battle and win a chance for himself and the Zhao family.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his aura suddenly erupted as he slashed his long sword toward Fang Han.
He planned to dislocate one of Fang Han's arms first, to let Fang Han experience the pain first.
He took Fang Han hostage this time, thinking that as long as Fang Han wasn't killed, it would be fine.
In his view, only by crippling Fang Han could he quell the burning hatred in his heart.
After all, Fang Han's existence had caused the Zhao family to lose face and suffer many humiliations. He was determined to avenge this.
It should be noted that the speed of a high-level Martial Grandmaster is already astonishing.
Zhao Wu's sword flashed like lightning, instantly reaching Fang Han's face. The tip of the sword gleamed coldly, as if it would sever Fang Han's arm in the next second.
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