And Fang Che had already charged into the battlefield with a burst of sword light and splattering blood, like a hurricane.
With several slicing sounds, a few Second Grade members of the Yixin Sect, who had their backs to him, met their tragic ends. Opposite them, three members of the Moon Demon Sect didn't even have time to express surprise before being swallowed by the sword light.
Poof, poof, poof...
Several bodies fell to the ground with looks of astonishment.
Even in death, they didn't understand.
Huh, how did I die?
Fang Che calmly sheathed his sword.
He turned his head and waved, "Come, alright, let's get rich quickly."
In the direction he waved to, Ling Kong and others wore expressions of shock, unable to respond.
Each one's mouth was agape, almost capable of fitting an ostrich egg!
You damn...we...
Ling Kong's mind was completely blank.
"You, you, you... how could you..."
