The night is deep, and dawn is still far away.
Fang La's eyes seemed to spark like Mars, the sword pointing to Zhao Ji's throat.
The night is cold, and the sword is even colder!
Too many people are on guard against Fang La's move.
But being on guard doesn't imply effectiveness.
While Shen Yue and Fang La were conversing, Zong Ze, Han Shizhong, Liang Hongyu, and a group of Forbidden Army were all watching Fang La's actions.
Was Shen Yue's intervention simply to restrain?
Shen Yue no longer intended to meddle in the personal vendetta between Zhao Ji and Fang La.
Everyone was surprised, but even more astonishing was Fang La's unstoppable momentum.
Fang La drew his sword, thrusting it seamlessly, before everyone could grasp their weapons, Fang La had already crossed numerous defenses to stand before Zhao Ji?!
Is this person truly so miraculous?
Fang La was no longer human.
Many were appalled, Zong Ze shouted desperately, "Sect Leader Fang, please hold your hand!"
