Fang Yuan's blade blurred, intercepting strike after strike.
Sparks and blood-mist filled the air.
"Damn it all!" Fang Yuan spat between clenched teeth, his robe tattered, blood trickling down his lip.
He parried a blow that could have torn a mountain in half, then roared, his voice carrying to every corner of the Wu estate.
"Wu Matriarch! You scheming wretch, this is how you repay my Fang Clan's goodwill!? Calling for aid, then leaving me to fend alone!?"
The matriarch, trembling and pale, opened her mouth to shout back, yet no words came.
Every cultivator of the Wu Clan shrank back in fear, of both the beast and the man.
Tyrant light sword—First form: Divine Line!
Fang Yuan's sword qi surged one last time, splitting the sky as he forced back two Saberfangs at once.
The peak-stage beast reeled, its claws gouging a canyon through the earth to steady itself.
And then, it moved.
