"Chuying Star's top prodigy—Fang Xing?"
The young Bishop's gaze shifted slightly as he recognized Fang Xing's origins, "What, you have a grudge against our sect?"
He was quite displeased with the branches of his sect on Chuying Star.
This operation was particularly frustrating because not only were they unable to send out a Divine Son or Holy Daughter, but they had also inexplicably lost a lot of power due to various incidents.
"A grudge?"
Fang Xing smiled, "No... I just want to make you all afraid at the mere thought of me!"
His sect had tried to scheme against him over and over again—even a clay Buddha has a third of fury!
Furthermore, the rule within this Secret Realm forbade the use of Fourth Realm powers.
So, what did he have to worry about?
Naturally, if there was resentment, it would be repaid, and if there was vengeance, it would be claimed!
Whoosh!
Fang Xing's hand became a saber, his fingers turned into a sword, and both saber and sword struck out together!
