"Spare her life!"
Landlord Fang's heart leaped into his throat.
The blade stopped. Its sharp edge sheared off a few strands of Miss Fang's hair.
"Hero Zhang..." Landlord Fang looked at Ji Qing with trembling fear. He was truly terrified that "Zhang Yun" might cleave his daughter in half with a single strike.
"It seems you really aren't afraid of me killing Miss Fang. That tells me this physical body is dispensable to you," Ji Qing said flatly. In truth, he had only been testing the Demon Monster. He never intended to kill Miss Fang. After all, his priority was to save her; slaying the Demon Monster came second.
"Hero Zhang, is there no other way?" Landlord Fang's face was filled with bitter sorrow. "Sigh, I should have known. I've sought out so many Heroes and eccentric experts of the Martial World, yet all of them have been helpless when it comes to my daughter..." In reality, he hadn't held out much hope.
