An unexpected figure intervened, forcing a halt to the battle between Fang He and the man in the gray shirt.
"May I ask who you are?"
Fang He said as he cupped his fist in a salute and scrutinized the newcomer.
The newcomer appeared to be over seventy, with white hair at his temples, but his posture was straight, and his voice resonated like a large bell, showing no signs of aging or physical decline.
The septuagenarian glanced at Fang He and snorted, "You're not qualified to ask for my name!"
Upon hearing this, Fang He's expression darkened, and he scoffed coldly, "Fine, since you're so confident, allow me to witness your superior skill!"
Whether the other party was here to disrupt the fight or to trouble Xiao Chen, they could be treated as an enemy, so Fang He had no intention of showing mercy.
The moment he made his move, it was his strongest technique.
"Burning Flame Nine Waves!"
