Fang Xing first threw the still-dazed Chu Ci into the carriage before grabbing hold of the four Yin Servants' storage sacks. The chain on the ground also seemed rather useful, so he snatched that up as well. From there, he unfurled his Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits and prepared to give it a wave before he suddenly recalled something; he quickly flew forward with glistening eyes and landed beside the red-clothed Yin Servant.
The Yin Servant hastily raised his sword and pointed it at Fang Xing. "What… what do you intend to do?" he yelled out as his face grew pale. Although he hadn't died, Fang Xing's power had still sent him flying—he was extremely terrified right now.
From the carriage, Chu Ci also peeked her head out and yelled, "Don't you kill him, Fang Xiaojiu…"
"Hehe…." Fang Xing smirked without paying her any attention. His sword moved in a fluid motion and silver soon flashed across.
