Sword Wings Revealed

The look in Fang Xing’s eyes began to change as things finally started going according to plan.

Xiao Jianming returned to pressuring Fang Xing without any pause, his expression as cold as ice and his sword light akin to frost. The iron sword within his hand endlessly transformed into all kinds of astonishing forms, and the powerful force pressed on towards Fang Xing like a tidal wave. He felt that Fang Xing was nearly finished, as though it would only take a second to kill the boy with his blade; he only needed to add in a little bit more power, only needed to make one more strike….

"You’re such a pitiful person. Your schemes and trickery might have worked once or twice, but in the end, you’re still going to lose!"

Xiao Jianming utilized Protective Frost during his speech, and Fang Xing’s face paled in the frosted atmosphere as he staggered backwards and nearly fell over….