"Brother Chen."
Fang Fuyao enunciated slowly: "Have you thought it through?"
"I've always been clear."
Chen Sansi raised his long spear and repeated: "I ask Brother Fang to spare Mr. Li and the others a way out!"
He could feel it.
The oppressive force brought by this Sword Sovereign.
With just a thought, the other could crush him.
But...
Just when he was ready to use Nirvana to escape, the oppressive force between heaven and earth unexpectedly dissipated gradually.
Fang Fuyao flicked his fingers.
The flying sword lodged in Qingyang's chest turned to dust.
He said indifferently: "For my junior brother's sake, I'll spare your lives, now scram."
"Cough cough..."
Qingyang spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fainted on the spot.
Li Guanfu stepped forward to support him and asked: "Mr. Chen, what about you?"
"No need to worry about me."
Chen Sansi transmitted his voice: "You all should leave first."
"..."
