"Brat, cease your wild arrogance!" A fierce shout came from above.
Fan Wu looked up,
only to discover that the Fu Clan ancestor named "Fu Hong" had, at some point, risen dozens of meters into the air. The weapon in his hand was a pitch-black, long-handled Wolf Fang Club.
He!
Had made his move!
Fu Hong, plummeting straight down, held the long handle of the Wolf Fang Club with both hands, roared furiously, and smashed it down towards Fan Wu below.
The Wolf Fang Club hadn't even hit Fan Wu's body yet,
but the sweeping wind pressure was already so strong that some of the nearby Yin Envoys couldn't help but retreat in shock and fear.
Clang!!!
The sudden sound of metal colliding indicated that, at some unperceived moment, Fan Wu had instantaneously drawn the Demon-slaying Sword.
And held it above his head.
