"Your biggest mistake is bringing your physical bodies to compete with me..."
Fang Xing's figure, like a shadow and an illusion, passed through the light rain composed of the crowd and endless divine light. With a swift swipe of the Dragon Patterned Fierce Saber, he decapitated a large head, and then instantly charged forward and out of the crowd. Holding a head in one hand and the Dragon Patterned Fierce Saber in the other, with the Sword Demon Wings manifesting behind him gently flapping the air, his eyes shot out two fierce beams. His gaze swept over the mourning and astonished Guangling Ten Immortals, with a sneer and a low, deep voice filled with boundless killing intent.
"Seventh Brother..."
Among the Guangling Ten Immortals, several cried out in unison, their expressions filled with extreme sorrow.
They were sworn brothers, but never thought that upon their first encounter, one would fall at Fang Xing's hands.
