But, a long defense will eventually fail.
Finally…
The last ray of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon.
The night curtain slowly descended, inch by inch driving away the dusk.
With a loud clang, even the air trembled.
The sword viciously clashed, and with a whoosh, Fang Che's sword flew out of his hand.
Staggering back, leaving his center wide open.
Old Xia sneered, without a moment's pause, and directly thrust a knife toward Fang Che's chest.
The battle was over.
This Steward Fang, though a genius, still couldn't surpass this kind of high-level battle.
Right at this moment, when Old Xia was at his proudest.
"Roar!"
A deep roar, as if an ancient Demon God suddenly appeared.
Fang Che's eyes opened wide as a surge of overwhelming Evil Qi erupted from within.
At the same time, a knife mysteriously appeared in his hand.
The torrent of Evil Qi swept toward Old Xia, enveloping him tightly.
