Fang Shuwen raised his hand and killed, his movements casual, as if he hadn't killed a man but merely crushed an ant on the roadside.
This scene left Shopkeeper Sun and the others completely dumbfounded.
They never could have imagined that such a kind-looking and courteous young man could slaughter men with such ease.
As for the men besieging Lin Fan, they had been on the verge of success. But they hadn't expected Fang Shuwen to appear out of nowhere and block their path, and their momentum instantly faltered.
One of them, thoroughly unwilling to give up, roared furiously:
"You're courting death, kid!!
"Two more of you, go kill him and capture that girl! The rest of you, do everything you can to hold back Lin Fan!"
Although this group was hardly united, they knew that at this point, if they didn't work together, their chances of getting the Purple Nether Sword were nil.
Immediately, four or five figures charged toward Fang Lingxin.
