Zong Fang's gaze was icy, and the laser longsword in his hand flickered with a dim light as he rushed toward Wei Shou in an instant. The sword traced a sharp arc through the air. The surrounding dust and pebbles trembled slightly within his power field, as if even the air was making way for him.
Wei Shou quickly manipulated his puppets to intercept, but Zong Fang was like a ghost on the battlefield, effortlessly cutting through the obstructions ahead. Each swing of his sword brought up a dazzling light and the sound of breaking air, slicing the puppets in two as easily as paper.
"I advise you not to meddle in what doesn't concern you," Wei Shou bit out, resisting with gritted teeth, his voice tinged with resentment and fury. At the same time, he knew his chances were slim today.
