When Fang Xingjian saw Fang Qian, a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes. He had not expected that the Fang Clan from Earth had already joined hands with the First Prince.
Fang Qian, Hildebrand, and the Death Warrior all looked at Number 10 anxiously. A cold gleam burst forth from Number 10's eyes and luminous light exploded from all over his body.
"Kid, come out here. Weren't you enjoying yourself chasing after me?" An arrogant aura gushed forth from Number 10's face. He spread out his hands and peered at the surrounding space, as if he was waiting for Fang Xingjian to attack once again.
"I've already broken through your sword technique. When I get my hands on you, I'll tear you into strips and grill you up to eat."
Although Number 10 appeared to be very arrogant, he was in fact extremely anxious.
'What kind of sword technique did this kid perform? Why is it that I’m unable to find any traces of him in the least?
