At this moment, in the Fang Family's square, a person stood in mid-air.
This person appeared tall and rugged, with sharp, angled eyebrows and long, piercing black eyes. He looked aloof and solitary yet overwhelmingly imposing.
Just seeing him, one would immediately be intimidated by his aura, let alone dare to oppose him.
The one with such presence was none other than the pride of the heavens, a paragon of his generation—Fang Jinchun.
The crowd in the square looked at Fang Jinchun with faces full of awe and respect.
Fang Jinchun was already accustomed to their reverence. Coldly, he said to Wang Yan, "Stop the three bows, kneel and beg for mercy, and I will spare your life."
His words were extremely terse, as if saying even one more word was a waste of his time.
However, Wang Yan lifted his head to glance at Fang Jinchun and said indifferently, "These three bows will be completed today, and no one can stop me—not even you."
