The night wind blew, making the candlelight flicker and the shadows dance.
At that moment, Fang Yang's resolute and nearly unquestionable declaration made everyone's expression shift slightly.
They knew Fang Yang was strong. Exceptionally strong.
Among the prodigies of his generation, Fang Yang was the undisputed leader, capable of suppressing young talents like Qing Mang and Lin Tianxue with a single hand.
But in the Hundred Clans Martial Convergence, the people Fang Yang would have to fight wouldn't just be his peers.
Fang Yang would have to contend with his seniors, and even with certain terrifying figures.
These terrifying figures were usually old-timers who, knowing they could never break through the Tier Three Peak realm, had settled down to focus solely on mastering the art of magical combat.
The methods they commanded were endless and far beyond what an ordinary person could imagine.
