Poo! Poo!
Wooden spikes emerged one by one, piercing into Fei Wu's dantian and limbs, immobilizing him instantly, turning him into a cripple.
Only then did Fang Xing leisurely reveal himself, looking at Fei Wu.
"It's you? Fang Xing? Impossible... You've established your Dao Foundation?"
Fei Wu's eyes widened with rage, blood streaming from them, his voice like the wail of a cuckoo.
"Since you know it's me, you should know why I've come."
Fang Xing calmly walked up to Fei Wu, casually sat down, watching the new Fei Family head kneel on the ground with blood pooling beneath him: "You might be the head with the shortest reign in Fei Family history..."
"It's not my fault... It was all Fei Shentong's doing, he's gone mad." Fei Wu hurriedly said.
"See, you still knew about it."
Fang Xing chuckled and suddenly asked, "Where is the Qiao Family's Dao Foundation spiritual object?"
"How do you know?" Fei Wu was shocked again: "I can give it to you, but you must promise..."
Smack!
