Fang Chen did not yield, because he still had a trump card up his sleeve. If Luo Hanshan goes too far, he would not mind using his real trump card.
âIt seems that I, Luo Hanshan, have not made a move for a long time. Many people have already forgotten about my existence.â Luo Hanshan clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes shot out a terrifying golden light.
âFang Chen, this is the Luo Mansion. With my Senior Master Han Shan here, do you think you can escape?â Luo Xuan said as he looked at Fang Chen coldly.
The current Luo Hanshanâs body was trembling non-stop. This was the most tyrannical power that he had encountered in all of his years.
Dong âŠ
âWhat exactly is going on? The source of the sound is Grandmaster Luo Hanshanâs courtyard. â
At the same time, many of the upper echelons of the Luo Family quickly rushed over to the courtyard Luo Hanshan was in.
âAh âŠâ
To think that he would be schemed against by a junior! He was a grandmaster apothecary! Anger burned in his heart.
âIâm fine. You guys can leave.â With great effort, Luo Hanshan suppressed the anger in his heart and coldly said.
âGrandmaster Hushan, if thereâs anything, you must inform us.â The elder in the lead turned around and left after he finished speaking.
Since Luo Hanshan wasnât willing to speak, then he definitely didnât want others to know. The few elders tactfully left.
Luo Xuan said in a low voice as he walked in front of Luo Hanshan in fright, and looked at the battered and exhausted Luo Hanshan.
âDonât tell anyone about this.â Luo Hanshan said coldly, âI will take that bratâs life sooner or later.â
At this moment, Luo Hanshanâs anger had reached its peak, he looked around, but could not find Fang Chenâs figure. Seems like when the majestic energy appeared, Fang Chen took the chance to escape.
Relying on the last bit of will, Fang Chen arrived above the kowtow peak, but before he could return to the Baimei Sword Sect, Fang Chen had already fallen into a coma.
The little mouse jumped out of the special spatial ring, her entire body emitting a purple halo as she grabbed onto Fang Chenâs wound with her little claws, as if she was healing Fang Chen.
However, Fang Chenâs injuries were severe, and there was nothing it could do.
Between his brows, a hint of displeasure appeared as well as he said, âFang Chen must be afraid of Mo Han, so he doesnât dare to accept this life-and-death battle.â
âHowever, since the group of elders has already passed, even if he wanted to escape, it would be useless. We will have to wait for an hour, if Fang Chen still hasnât arrived, then we will follow the sect rules.â Mo Yiqing said coldly.
Like this, time flew by amidst the discussions of the martial artists.
All of the practitioners were waiting for Fang Chen to arrive, but even after an hour had passed, Fang Chen still had not come.
âNo, I remember back then, Fang Chen had already left the Baimei Sword Sect before Mo Han suggested a life-and-death battle. He still hasnât returned yet, so he definitely doesnât know about the life-and-death battle.â
His eyes were filled with killing intent, once Fang Chenâs cultivation was abolished and his sect was expelled, at that time, how could a mere mortal resist his attack?