Fang Lue stood on the street, his face neither happy nor sad. He did not look at the carriage heading this way, lest that guy noticed him.
The intuition of a First Grade Martial Artist is very sharp.
Although he had the Mirage Pearl on him and had transformed into a stone, he could not be careless.
This time, if the strike was not successful, he might never have another chance.
The enemy who killed his two junior brothers and junior sister, with talent so high, it was simply against the natural order. In less than a year, advancing from Fourth Grade to First Grade.
Such a terrifying progress, even though he had practiced the Nine Nether Great Technique, was far inferior.
If given a few more years, he might never be able to kill him.
If possible, Fang Lue absolutely did not want to be an enemy of such a peerless figure. However, he was duty-bound to avenge his junior brothers and sister.
