The sword intent raided all of a sudden. The splashing water from the puddle hadn't even fallen as the sword intent had already pierced through it. It was so sharp that it could even cut through the void.
A huge explosion rocked the vicinity, bringing with it a wave of horror.
Bu Fang furrowed his eyebrows, and goosebumps sprouted all over his body.
Black shadows rushed out from the within the darkness, sporting terrifying murderous intents. The sword energies—which were so dense that they almost seemed solid—attacked Bu Fang from all directions, leaving no avenue for escape.
Bu Fang stood still, however. His Vermillion Robe fluttered in the wind, rising up by the sword energy. Light scattered from his robe.
"You interfered with the Saint Son's matter, and now the Saint Son has issued an order for your head."