Hearing his master's voice, Ghost Hand felt a huge burden lift from his heart, and the violent aura that had been escalating on him disappeared in an instant.
Like many friends and relatives close to Fang Bai, Ghost Hand also held a near-fanatical veneration and blind confidence in Fang Bai. He believed that as long as Fang Bai arrived, the sword array would no longer be able to do anything to him.
Ah—
Hey yo—
Two screams rang out simultaneously from the mouths of the brothers Wen Xiangshan and Wen Xianghai.
Two pebbles, origin unknown, had flown through the curtain formed by the eighteen soft swords and struck the brothers behind their knees. Their legs went numb; they became unsteady and knelt to the ground.
As the strongest in the group of eighteen forming the sword array, the brothers Wen Xiangshan and Wen Xianghai were also the soul of the array. With their fall, the entire sword array instantly showed numerous flaws and fell into disarray.
