"Who knows?" Fan Wu smiled.
Between him and the old Emperor was a verbal agreement—if anything major happened in the Imperial Palace, he could intervene to save the situation. However, if it ever came to the point where Fan Wu had to take action, he wouldn't consider the Great Zhou Dynasty's balance or any visions for the future.
He would kill until the blood flowed like rivers!
"Humph! Don't think..." Just as the Blood Gu Sect disciple was about to say something else, he suddenly saw Fan Wu draw an exceedingly exaggerated large sword.
As Fan Wu drew this sword, the pupil of the Blood Gu Sect disciple constricted to the size of needle points, because he felt an intense threat assailing him.
He also felt a great terror enveloping him from above.
Subconsciously, he knew that if the man before him struck with this sword…
He would definitely have no ability to receive it.
And even less possibility to block it.
