Although Bai Zhuotian fought back desperately with his Two-Handed Sword, he was no match for Fang Wushang at all.
They only saw the tip of Fang Wushang's sword trailing countless streaks of light through the air, slicing and piercing his body over and over at a terrifying speed. Even Ye Qiu couldn't see the trajectory of the attacks at all. He could only stare blankly at that blue-clad angel whose sword danced like she was performing.
It was just too beautiful. Fang Wushang whipped her black hair, her whole body wreathed in flames of anger, expressionless as she chased her enemy—her figure was beautiful to the extreme.
"Guah! Wuaaaah!"
By now Bai Zhuotian was already panicking, flailing his sword wildly in his hands, completely unable to touch Fang Wushang. At last Bai Zhuotian threw his sword away, raised both hands, and shouted:
"O-okay! I get it! It's my fault!"
Then he sprawled flat on the ground.
"I-I'll leave the clan! I'll never show up in front of you two again! So——"
