But if Yan Beihan is accidentally killed by , my own life, even if all the senior Guardians protect together, I would be dood for sure today.
In that case, why should I be Yan Beihan’s punching bag for her amusent?
Yan Beihan’s beautiful eyes narrowed, and she suddenly smiled slightly. Her delicate jade finger pointed quietly as she whispered, "You’re surrounded by us, and that woman is quite nervous."
Fang Che squinted his eyes, "Hmm?"
With a teasing tone, Yan Beihan continued, "That woman, her na is Ye ng. She lives in Baiyun State, at the Scholar Residence."
Fang Che’s expression changed, and his gaze turned dangerous, "What do you an?"
Yan Beihan smiled teasingly, "Bibo City."
A cold light flickered in Fang Che’s eyes as he took a deep breath.
Yan Beihan lifted her head, looking at Fang Che with arrogance and disdain, "Are we fighting or not?"
"Fight!"
Fang Che gritted his teeth.
Lousy little brat, you promised sothing last ti and haven’t fulfilled it, and now you’re provoking !
You’re even threatening !
"But they can’t interfere with my performance from the sidelines."
Fang Che pointed at Feng Yue and the others.
"Fine, you all step back. I’ll teach him a lesson."
Feng Yue stepped back and pointed a finger at Fang Che’s nose, "Kid, just wait!"
Fang Che smiled slightly, looking as radiant and handso as ever.
Still didn’t say a word.
But Feng Yue was so angry that her nose almost got crooked.
...
"Onto the stage."
Yan Beihan spoke softly, then leapt into the air. In her black clothes fluttering, she resembled an elegant black lotus, her graceful form exuding an air of ethereal elegance, devoid of any worldly trace.
Soon after, Fang Che rose into the air, his white attire flowing in the wind. His tall and slender figure resembled a white cloud as he rode the wind, appearing effortlessly dashing and calm.
One in black, one in white, they soared through the sky, instantly capturing the attention of the entire audience.
The crowd noticed that it was the Eldest Lady Yan of Wei Wo Zheng Sect and the king-level champion Guardian, Fang Che. Imdiately, interest surged, knowing an exciting spectacle was about to unfold; eyes converged on them.
Within the ranks of the Outer World Mountain Sect.
Countless young girls shouted in unison, "Brother Fang, give it your all!"
The sound was crisp and pleasing to the ear.
This set off a burst of laughter; no one expected Fang Che’s popularity to soar in such a short period.
Everyone sighed, noting that being handso indeed had its perks.
Ye ng called out too, "Do your best!"
Then she pouted, looking at the spot filled with cheering young girls. Her cheeks puffed up in discontent.
Yan Nan finally started talking to Dongfang Sansan, "They went up."
Dongfang Sansan replied indifferently, "With the thods of your Demon Sect, pushing him up there is nothing remarkable."
"Who will win?" Yan Nan stroked his beard and smiled.
"Of course, Yan Beihan will win!" Dongfang Sansan answered without hesitation.
What kind of person is Yan Beihan, compared to Fang Che’s cultivation level?
Dongfang Sansan knew at a glance, and since Fang Che didn’t dare to reveal his trump card, it would be odd if he didn’t lose.
Xue Fuxiao and Duan Xiyang both flew up to personally serve as referees.
Duan Xiyang’s involvent was clear to Yan Nan, but Xue Fuxiao’s participation made Yan Nan’s gaze subtly brighten.
Dongfang Sansan’s old plan revealed!
Actually letting Xue Fuxiao personally provide protection.
...
On the stage.
Yan Beihan gently descended like a piece of cotton, unperturbed by the dust. With a light twist of her jade hand, she slowly drew her sword and asked, "Are you using a sword or a blade?"
Fang Che replied straightforwardly, "I’m using nothing, for I am no match for you no matter what I use. I know you want to beat up to vent so steam, so I’ll just squat here and let you hit as you please."
With that, he squatted with his head in his hands, saying, "Go ahead, give it your best shot!"
Yan Beihan was stunned.
"At least you’re a king-level champion, yet you’re so laid-back?"
"And you still recognize as a king-level champion; here you are, an emperor-level high stage challenging , I thought you forgot." Fang Che said.
Yan Beihan said, "Get up."
"I’m not getting up."
"I’ll suppress my level to the peak of the king-level and fight you."
"Alright then."
That was the phrase Fang Che wanted, for if she was suppressing to the peak of king-level, he wouldn’t get beaten too hard.
Imdiately, he stood up.
Yan Beihan snorted; this guy was truly scheming with every word, always plotting, a truly detestable character.
"Are you using a sword or a blade?"
Fang Che placed the sword directly beside himself on the ground, "I’ll use a blade!"
He stood up, reached for the blade still in its scabbard, then grasped the handle with his right hand and abruptly drew the blade!
As the blade erged from the scabbard, it rubbed vigorously against it, causing a sudden dragon’s roar and tiger’s cry to resonate abruptly.
A clanging sound.
The sound lingered, resonating throughout the universe; although the blade was already in hand, the echoes of the sword energy still lingered in the air, both lodious and fierce!
With just a draw of his blade, he captured the attention of everyone present.
Fang Che stood wielding the blade, embodying tranquility and grandness. The blade light was intimidating, and the blade energy surged; standing on the stage, his cloak billowing fiercely in the strong wind,
producing a crackling sound, naturally exuding an unmatched aura where one man alone could fend off ten thousand, both tragic and majestic.
Instantly, countless young won cheered in unison.
"Brother Fang! Bravo!"
"Brother Fang! So handso!"
Watching from the side, Feng Yue nearly ground her teeth to bits, "Such a poser! Such a freaking poser! This guy is always putting on a show! With just a simple draw of the blade, he manages to pull off this ostentatious display, I’m about to explode!"
Others like Chen Yin were similarly glaring ferociously.
This guy nad Fang is truly unbearably annoying! He’s a real attention magnet!
Every single move is full of swagger, were you incapable of showing off in your past life?
The blade in Fang Che’s hand was the one forged from the Netherworld King Iron he had acquired earlier.
The blade was pitch-black and shiny, its edge nacing. At a glance, it seed filled with countless fierce ghosts blinking at you. This was due to the inherent characteristics of the Netherworld King Iron, with its naturally ford cloud patterns turning into ghostly eyes, shimring and chilling.
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