Fang Youyun was momentarily stunned upon hearing the words, as a voice resonated in his ear:
"Stop now, we are not his match."
The young man wielding a sword, whom he had originally choked to death, unexpectedly appeared before him again.
In a gentle voice, he said, "His martial arts are too advanced; we cannot defeat him.
"Even if we add the Qixue Sword... even if we become the Qixue Sword Master, it's still not enough.
"There's still time to stop now; don't make one mistake after another.
"If sister Azhen could see us now, how pained would she be?"
"You know nothing..."
Fang Youyun erupted in anger, shouting:
"It's because you do nothing, it's because you constantly retreat.
"That's why you can only wallow in self-pity and suffer!
"I understand now, I finally understand why, when the moment came, I still hesitated.
"It turns out it's all because of you!!"
Fang Youyun shouted with rage.
Qi Dingtian and the others exchanged puzzled glances.
"Who is he talking to?"
