"You're full of shit!" A refined iron staff suddenly appeared in Jia Fang's hand. The aura of a First-Layer Earth Martial Artist surged out like a tide. "Lin Xiong, a piece of trash like you wants to condemn me? You're courting death."
As his voice fell, Jia Fang suddenly swung his staff. BOOM! Potent energy exploded outward. The terrifying Profound Qi cleaved a massive fissure in the hard granite floor. The crack spread, rapidly closing in on Lin Xiong, threatening to smash him into a bloody pulp with a single blow.
"Heh." Lin Xiong gave a cold laugh, and his battle saber suddenly flashed out.
CLANG!
The sound of metal clashing rang throughout the hall. In the next moment, Jia Fang was sent flying back in a sorry state. The webbing of his thumb split open, and his staff was flung into the air. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with disbelief. His body slammed into the rear wall, creating a large crater. Amidst the billowing dust, he fell wretchedly to the ground.
