The surroundings were deathly silent. This result was beyond everyone's expectations. Who would've thought that the previously insufferably arrogant Grand Elder Fang xingzhi would be beaten back to his original form so quickly, and Fang Zhengming, who had been using his own power to intimidate others, would be reduced to nothing?
"Why do you have to do this? can't you just play well? why do you have to play such a trick?" This result was all within Ling Chuxi's calculations. Looking at Fang xingzhi's legs that were still twitching, the young miss even felt some pity for him.
With Fang xingzhi's late-stage mystique venerable rank strength, he still had a chance to fight them both. After all, the difference in strength between the two was too great, but he had to exhaust all his spirit sense to use the thousand illusion God-binding sword.
