At last, all nine cauldrons were in his chest.
At this moment, Fang Zhengzhi turned to look behind him. A pair of four-colored eyes descended by Great Elder Ying Yu. "Almost there. It's your turn, Great Elder."
"Rip!"
The Nine Pinnacles Mountain disciples' faces all changed. While Fang Zhengzhi did not look at them, they could all feel a chill running down their backs.
Even Great Elder Ying Yu's face turned pale. His fist tightened because he never expected that Fang Zhengzhi could humiliate the Nine Pinnacles Mountain to this extent.
By himself…
He was able to render ten Sages and hundreds of disciples helpless.
He could not believe it. However, the fact remained that this was the case. He could not even fathom how did the Yin Yang Hall catch Fang Zhengzhi.
What could he do?
If he allowed Fang Zhengzhi to walk away like this with the Nine Cauldrons, how could the Nine Pinnacles Mountain remain respected in the Holy Region?
