Fang Yu stared ahead, sweeping his gaze over all the fake saints in front of him, filled with indomitable spirit…
"Let me see who dares to stop me!"
The long sword tilted at forty-five degrees.
Facing the sunlight, it reflected a dazzling brilliance.
As if the light could kill invisibly, making people shudder.
Although their cultivation reached the Full Saint Realm, they did not possess the stability or battle experience of a true full saint. Like Ao Jiang and Ao Qing, they were just ordinary fake saints.
Even as fake saints, there is a world of difference compared to true ones.
Fang Yu wielded the Dragon Roar Sword…
and swung it to slash forward.
"One Sword to Profound!"
Layers of sword light formed a conical umbrella-shaped pattern.
Swish.
Swish, swish, swish.
The sword light suddenly unified!
Slash.
Fang Yu's figure flickered like lightning, leaving a shadow in place!
It was as if eyes were deceived, making it hard to see Fang Yu's true body clearly.
