A faint silhouette appeared above the iron sword. It seemed to bear a resemblance to Xiao Shanhe, and it was as though the person himself had arrived as it covered the heaven and earth to fill the entire Thousand Cliff realm. Fang Xing was like a pitiful little lamb in the face of this silhouette; he was suppressed by the enormous power of a Foundation Stage cultivator and pressured to drop to his knees.
Xiao Jianming’s body was covered with blood. "Looks like you’re still going to die by my hands, brat," he viciously yelled out, his fear and pride mixing together as madness and excitement rose to the fore.
