"Fang! Han!"
The two words were practically ground out from between Wan Yuntian's teeth, laced with bone-deep hatred and icy coldness.
Being forced to bow his head to the power of the Qingxuan Sect already had him seeing red.
Now, hearing Fang Han's blunt reprimand, the venom in his heart became a wildfire doused in hot oil, blazing so fiercely it threatened to burn away his reason.
'He must pay the price... He must...'
A crazed light flickered in Wan Yuntian's eyes as his mind raced, calculating.
Fang Han himself was currently in the spotlight, his strength unfathomable. Ordinary methods would likely be ineffective.
He needed a sharper, more lethal "blade"—one that wouldn't fear retaliation from the Qingxuan Sect...
Suddenly, a ruthless and resolute glint flashed in his eyes as a name he had heard not long ago leaped into his mind.
"Wanfu," he said, his voice hoarse.
