He Yixian fell from the sky and heavily crashed onto the ground, forming a huge human-shaped pit.
He struggled to rise, kneeling on one knee, with his long sword planted in the ground.
His disheveled hair covered half of his face, revealing only one eye drowned in terror.
Blood slowly seeped from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth.
"Ah, what?!"
At this scene, everyone from the Fenghai Sect was dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed and unbelieving.
No matter how they imagined it, they couldn't have predicted that just one encounter would leave He Yixian in such a sorry state at the hands of Fang Zhixing.
"How could this..."
You Buchou's heart clenched, as he was the only one who realized what was happening and hurriedly took a step forward.
"Alas, Sect Leader You, hold on!"
Suddenly, Fan Zhenglun intervened, stepping in front of You Buchou.
"Move aside!"
You Buchou's face turned frantic, and he reached for his sword, drawing it halfway out.
