章節 438: The Used Sword Remains Sharp, the Old Man Remains Firm

Zhang Feifan, Hua Wudao's former disciple, was stunned as he watched the battle nearby. He thought this move would force Hua Wudao and Leng Luo into desperate straits even if they could not kill those two. At that time, the Evil Sky Pavilion disciples would be drawn out. He did not expect Fang Wenxian to suffer a crushing defeat by Leng Luo's hand before he could even do anything.

Zhang Feifan's lips trembled. He looked at Fang Wenxian, who was lying in the pit, and ran over. "Grand Elder!" It was as though he had forgotten about Leng Luo, who was standing above Fang Wenxian.

Leng Luo looked down coldly from his perch in midair with his hands on his back. Technically speaking, nobody in the Evil Sky Pavilion could be as merciless as Leng Luo.

The Yun Sect's Grand Elder, Fang Wenxian, could not even retaliate under the barrage of attacks before he was defeated. It was unclear if he would be able to survive this.