The blow was like that of a powerful cat that had spent half the day toying with a mouse, only to suddenly discover its opponent was a ferocious tiger in a mouse's skin…
A deep sense of defeat suddenly washed over him. Only then did Fang Ping realize that he had always underestimated this youth from the secular world, a member of a minor sect.
His opponent's strength was far beyond his assessment. In that instant, a seed of regret sprouted deep within Fang Ping's heart.
He had never thought much of Ark and had been extremely unhappy with how his older brother, Fang Jing, had spoiled the boy. But no matter what, Ark was his own nephew, and he had died right under his nose.
Even he himself had been knocked unconscious by his opponent's spiritual attack. That humiliation and hatred had driven him to make his current choice.
'But now... it seems I was wrong.'
'But there's no turning back now.'
Fang Ping roared and charged at Xu Luo, and the two clashed once more.
