And yet, they couldn't even touch his Body-Protecting Divine Technique?
In that case, didn't that mean Fang Shuwen was already invincible?
How were they supposed to fight that?
This desperate thought echoed in the hearts of more than just one person.
Fortunately, someone was directing the grand array, and his sharp, commanding voice rang out:
"Keep attacking! We are not some rabble of disorganized wanderers from the Jianghu.
"The Sword God Palace stands behind us!
"We are all first-rate masters of the Sword God Palace.
"With over two thousand of us, we could drown him if we all just spat on him!"
Fang Shuwen glanced toward the speaker. With a sudden turn, he moved like a bolt of lightning, seizing the man by the throat before he had a chance to move.
"Who exactly… were you planning to have them spit at?"
With Fang Shuwen's hand clamped around his throat, the man tried to speak, but no words could escape.
