Fang Xingjian did not look at him, but turned to Audrey and asked, "Are there any problems with what he said?"
Audrey and the others shook their heads as they looked at Fang Xingjian, feeling agitated. The dejection they had been feeling for the past few days was all swept away. Looking at the middle-aged man that Fang Xingjian had grabbed, all of them wore a joyful expression.
Seeing that everyone was shaking their heads, Fang Xingjian threw a glance at the middle-aged Mage. The latter was instantly slashed by countless sword intents into fragments, regenerated, slashed into pieces again, regenerated again, and then slashed into pieces again.
After three consecutive times of this, the middle-aged Mage started screaming in agony. Unable to regenerate anymore, he died for good.
Fang Xingjian looked at the Holy Light Clan's quarters and nonchalantly said, "Come on, let's head back to the Holy Light Clan."
