"Why waste words with him? Let's strike together, capture this boy, and make him pay for his arrogant words and behavior," Zhang Junxian said coldly, his eyes brimming with ferocity, as if he was eager to make a move against Fang Lin.
Surrounded by swirling black insects, Mu Fanzi said nothing, but he released a surge of qi, firmly locking onto Fang Lin, ready to take action at any moment.
Seeing these two about to make a move, Duan Hongyan didn't hesitate. With a shift in her figure, a fiery red giant hand descended from the sky, heading straight for Fang Lin and Huang Yao.
Huang Yao was terrified. As a Martial Artist of the Heavenly Origin realm, facing Duan Hongyan's full-strength attack—a Spirit Vein powerhouse—he immediately felt his own insignificance and fragility, as if he would be crushed to dust the moment that palm landed.
"A mere Spirit Vein, and you think you're somebody important?" Fang Lin scoffed with a cold laugh, flicking his finger.