WHOOSH—!
Fang Han's eyes were ice-cold. He shifted his Step Technique, easily dodging the desperate blow.
The only reason the two had managed to last more than ten exchanges with him was because they had teamed up, forcing him to fight one against two.
With only one left, it was almost too easy for him given his current strength.
His Flowing Wind Sword swept back with the momentum.
SHLICK!
The grim Martial Artist's head flew into the air with a spray of blood. His headless body staggered a few steps before crashing heavily to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, both Sixth Grade Martial Artists had been slain!
The only one left was Song Xiang, who had collapsed to the ground, trembling like a leaf.
The reason he had become Chu Feng's most trusted confidant wasn't because of his strength, but because he was shrewd, obedient, and skilled at currying favor with his master.
In terms of actual strength, he was merely an Eighth Grade Martial Artist.
