"Fang Han..."
Sensing the terrifying might of Gong Biao's aura, Fang Lingyuan and the others paled, scrambling to aid Fang Han.
But the black-robed elder and the Gong Family Martial Artists naturally blocked their way, instantly engaging them in combat.
HISS—
Facing Gong Biao's incredibly ferocious attack, Fang Han remained perfectly calm.
Not until Gong Biao was mere feet away, the force of the punch already blasting his face, did he leisurely raise the Flowing Wind Sword and execute a simple, direct thrust.
There were no flashy moves, no astonishing display of power.
But as the sword thrust forward, the very air at its tip seemed to compress, emitting a faint but piercing shriek.
Twenty percent of his Wind Momentum was concentrated at the tip, pushing the sword's speed and piercing power to an unbelievable level.
He struck first despite moving last.
PFFT!
The tip of the sword met Gong Biao's incoming fist with perfect accuracy.
