"Hmph." Fang Zilin showed no sign of fear, slightly surprised that this woman dared to take action. His handsome face took on a cruel expression. Perfect timing, unable to vent the frustration and anger from discovering that Di Qiong already had a daughter.
With a movement of Fang Zilin's mind, he pulled out his sword with an action as smooth as muscle memory.
A sword drawn.
Hiss.
The sword light was silver-white, dazzling to the extreme.
Sword Intent like a waterfall, transforming into spots, exceptionally precise, directly locking onto Di Qiong's incoming fist.
Fang Zilin's lips curled into a proud expression.
His strength was not inferior.
If you dare to take action against me, you must pay the appropriate price.
Thinking this, his wrist slightly trembled, a thousand times in an instant, thus the advancing Sword Light grew fiercer, as if it could obliterate everything.
In a flash.
"Ding!" A crisp sound instantly spread out.
Step, step, step...