The formless Demon Body, rolling and surging.
The blood inside his body was like magma, hot and seething.
Fang Yang's eyes were as deep as an abyss, embracing his two female disciples, letting the strong wind whistle, fluttering his sleeves.
And he also sported a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, with a touch of faint smile on his face.
The abrupt action stunned Ye Qinghong momentarily, her instinct causing her to grip her Green Shadow Sword tightly before slowly easing her hold after a long while.
Meanwhile, Hua Lianyue's body tensed, a flash of astonishment passing through her peach blossom eyes.
She had never expected Fang Yang to do such a thing.
In her eyes, the demon, due to being non-human, extremely despised women.
Especially in front of their female disciples, he never hid this trait.
Ruthless and bloodthirsty.
Why would he do this now?
However...
