The Arrival of the Laborer

Yun Xingchen, vexed, gnawed his lip and scratched his head, his composure shattered.

As the genius king of the Sanxing Sect, the true hope of the sect, he lost his temper completely this time.

Fang Xiu had no intention of directly confronting Yun Xingchen.

He dashed forward, battling while retreating.

The black Weighted Blade struck Yun Xingchen's face with each swing.

One by one, junior brothers fell, their heads crushed or spines broken.

Some turned into meat pulp, each death more tragic than the last. Fang Xiu was not one to show mercy.

On the battlefield, he had faced numerous enemies, witnessing various forms of death.

If you aim to corner me, I'm sorry; you'll only meet a more gruesome fate!

Kindness is the epitaph of the kind.

The three major sects had long considered him a thorn in their side, marked for elimination.

He was ready to play along with their desires.

Fang Xiu had no intention of facing Yun Xingchen head-on.