"The target has appeared!"
Fang Xing's spiritual cultivation had reached the point where his Mud Pill Palace was as impregnable as Vajra Relics, impervious to all evil.
It was not just a mere higher-ranking servant's spiritual contamination he could ignore, even the Spiritual Shocks of higher-ranking clan members could largely be disregarded.
The Will of Martial Arts was always the foundation of a Martial Artist!
Having such spiritual cultivation meant that even if he encountered a higher-ranking clan member, it wouldn't affect his ability to draw his saber!
Of course, the big question after drawing the saber was who would die.
But at the very least, he wouldn't be massacred on a grand scale and would still have the chance to act freely.
This was incredibly important during a siege!
"Die!"
The Ghost Head Saber in Fang Xing's hands roared, and behind him, the visage of a Ghost God seemed to emerge.
