Fang Haoran, despite his shortcomings, naturally supported his sect's senior and junior brothers more. Now, looking at Yang Chen, Fang Haoran said solemnly, "Yang Chen, I've told you that this matter has nothing to do with you. I hope you won't interfere."
"Oh, what if I insist on interfering?" Yang Chen said lazily.
"Then you better be prepared to leave your life here today. If you dare to meddle in our Ziyang Sect's affairs, you will pay the price." Angered, Fang Haoran shouted, "Attack him now!"
Shua shua, the disciples all started to take action.
At this moment, there were hardly any disciples left in the Yanhua Pool who possessed fighting strength. Even Mo HuaWu had lost a large amount of true Qi in the previous clash, leaving her unable to use even thirty percent of her current strength. It would take only a few people to restrain the female disciples from Yanhua Pool that were here now.
