"Hahaha, you bastard, come over here and let me beat you to death!"
With no one left to block his path, Fang Xing felt inexplicably exhilarated. Suddenly, he burst into wild laughter and accelerated once more. Between his hands, the two thunder beads had absorbed an immense amount of lightning power during his journey, and they hurled forward with his unstoppable charge, aiming straight at Divine Son Zhao Changhe of the Talisman-Weapon Dao, who sat upon the gourd ahead.
As Fang Xing approached, the fierce wind stirred by his ferocity blew Zhao Changhe's hair into disarray. This Divine Son of the Talisman-Weapon Dao frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied that the Nan Zhan cultivators had intercepted the attacks intended for his junior brothers and sisters. Yet, as Fang Xing approached with an indescribable powerful strike, Zhao Changhe seemed unconcerned, instead curving his lips into a smile.
Boom!
