Xu Mo stood there without moving, but unwilling to be at a disadvantage, said coldly, "You order over, and I just go over? Wouldn’t that make look weak? Hmph, you think you can command just by saying a few words? What a joke!"
"Alright, you won’t co over, then I’ll go to you, how about that?" Fang Yi said. Then Fang Yi was seen stepping toward Xu Mo.
As soon as Fang Yi moved, Xu Mo’s eyelid twitched involuntarily. He never expected Fang Yi to be so proactive, actively approaching him.
Anyone with the slightest sense could see that Fang Yi truly had strength.
Though his depth was unclear, he was definitely not simple.
Sweat poured down Xu Mo’s forehead, and he couldn’t help but glance at Fan Hanhan and Yang Qian.
However, to Xu Mo’s dismay, these two were actually retreating.
What?!
Even those two were intimidated?
If even they were intimidated, how could he possibly be this person’s opponent?
Xu Mo was not a fool. Knowing he wouldn’t win, he naturally wouldn’t confront him head-on. At this mont, he silently began to back away.
Looking back at Fang Yi, who was advancing toward Xu Mo, there were only a few short steps left, close enough for a sprint to reach Xu Mo.
At this mont, Xu Mo’s heart was pounding harder, his heart in his throat, ntally extrely tense, one hand silently placed inside his pocket, ready to strike at any mont.
Fang Yi’s icy gaze fell on him, making Xu Mo’s hairs stand on end, as if a Hunter had locked onto its prey. The sharp gaze made Xu Mo feel very uneasy, his entire body tense, and his legs slightly bent.
But just then, Xu Mo saw a strange, eerie smile appear on the corner of Fang Yi’s mouth, giving Xu Mo an unusual feeling, wondering if he saw it wrong.
And just when Xu Mo was thinking this, Fang Yi made a move.
However,
what shocked Xu Mo was that Fang Yi was not coming at him,
but rather...
the man in the trench coat!
Yang Qian!
At this mont, Yang Qian, clad in a trench coat, frowned, a look of surprise clearly erging in his eyes, initially thinking Fang Yi would attack Xu Mo, but unexpectedly Fang Yi veered halfway, attacking him instead.
Feigning an attack! A diversion!
Yang Qian let out a disdainful sneer, thinking such feigning of attack wouldn’t allow him to succeed so easily?
Yang Qian’s gaze turned icy, and he no longer retreated but instead took the initiative to advance.
Bam!
Their fists collided in an instant.
However, the sneer on Yang Qian’s face froze in that mont.
Crack!
Yang Qian’s wrist bone made such a crisp sound, piercing, in the darkness of the night, exceedingly bright, so that everyone heard it.
Yang Qian’s face turned drastically, without any hesitation, he very decisively retreated.
The reason was simple,
his wrist was broken!
Just with one punch.
Yang Qian was extrely shocked, just one move, and his wrist bone was fractured, the opponent’s strength absolutely surpassed his own.
To know, he had four stages of Earth Level strength, an outstanding figure among Purple Gold Sect’s younger generation. Even if he encountered soone of six stages of Earth Level, he wouldn’t lose so miserably in an instant.
So,
there was only one explanation!
The opponent was at least six stages of Earth Level, or above that, which ans...
Heavenly Level!
When these two words surfaced in Yang Qian’s mind, his heart pounded fiercely.
Damn it, how could it be Heavenly Level!
Yang Qian cursed inwardly, retreating quickly, imdiately wanting to escape.
"Trying to leave?" At this mont, Fang Yi’s mocking icy voice rang out.
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