"They're really fighting?"
Yuming was taken aback, but his surprise quickly turned to scorn. He thought,
'You, Fang Yang, only have what you have today because you rely on Sen Hui. You're nothing more than her boy toy, a kept man.
In a head-on clash of raw power, how could you possibly beat Qingmang?
Once you enter the Thunder Saint Academy, not even Sen Hui will be able to protect you!'
As a fellow leader, he was not as carefree and relaxed as Lin Yaoguang.
Towards a junior like Fang Yang, his attitude was mostly one of indifference, as he looked down on Fang Yang's opportunism.
BOOM…
KABOOM…
RUMBLE…
Another clash of spear and trident at close quarters.
Qingmang's qi and blood were vigorous and his strength immense, like a young Fierce Beast. The swing of his trident compressed the very air.
But Fang Yang had also been baptized by the Carp Eagle's Divine Feather and other Spiritual Objects, not to mention he was at the higher realm of Tier Three Middle.
