In a flash of lightning, some people were frightened and couldn't move, while others remained calm and unmoved as if the mountain were collapsing in front of them.
In an instant, Fang La and Yue Fei were locked in a life-and-death struggle, but their target was Zhao Ji.
One wanted to kill Zhao Ji, one wanted to save Zhao Ji.
Yet, Zhao Ji, the person in the middle, was like a bystander, neither panicked nor numb.
He simply watched Fang La quietly.
Fang La withdrew his sword, the thin sword buzzing with a lingering sound.
Everyone saw the blade of the thin sword vibrating at an extremely high frequency, trembling in Fang La's hand like a phantom, secretly astonished by the ferocity of the earlier clash of sword and spear.
If what Fang La held was a flexible bamboo, it would be acceptable, but his treasured sword was as thin as paper and as hard as jade; under such fierce collision, it remained unharmed, which was unimaginable to everyone.
