"Agh———!!"
Feeling the immense pressure descending from the sky, Fang Zheng staggered. It felt as if an invisible giant hand had suddenly slammed down, heavily striking his body. Even so, Fang Zheng did not abandon his action but clenched his teeth and thrust the Sky-Cleaving Sword towards Connie's chest!
"How dare you!!"
Just as Fang Zheng's blade was about to pierce Connie's chest, a furious shout suddenly erupted. At the same moment, Fang Zheng felt as if he had been hit by something, he grunted and was thrown backward, heavily crashing to the ground. When he stood up again, he saw a man with a ghastly pale face standing in front of Connie, his hand on the hilt of his sword, coldly watching him.
"In broad daylight, you dare to attempt murder?"
"How strange, as a Templar, upright and just, why can't I kill in broad daylight? This is not something shameful!"
Fang Zheng gritted his teeth, glaring fiercely at the man.
"Father, father..."
