Thinking of Fang Hong's incredibly fast sword strike at the time, Zhang Zhuang still felt a lingering fear.
The sword light was just a flash in his eyes; he couldn't even see how Fang Hong drew his sword before his meridians were already severed.
He was very fortunate that it was just an ordinary spar back then, and Fang Hong showed mercy. If it had been a life-and-death battle, he would have probably been killed by that one sword strike, without even a chance to resist.
After listening to Zhang Zhuang's account, Wang Ba's face grew increasingly gloomy, and the atmosphere in the hall became oppressive.
Even Zhang Zhuang, a True Immortal at Perfection, could be easily defeated. This Fang Hong's strength must have far surpassed an ordinary True Immortal at Perfection, possibly even approaching the Golden Immortal realm.
Thinking of this, Wang Ba clenched his fists tightly, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
"Such strength, it seems Xiaohu's death was definitely his doing."
