"I never expected you to be the one to represent our Fang Clan in this fight."
The Great Elder sighed wistfully and patted Fang Yang on the shoulder. "With strength like yours, you might actually be able to take on Sen Zhenlong. Give it your all."
Under the gazes of the crowd,
Fang Yang had reached the pinnacle of the Fang Clan.
He would represent the Fang Clan in the battle for the title of Marquis of Shiwu.
In that instant, specks of golden light bloomed across his body before expanding into a brilliant, blinding radiance.
Seeing this, Fang Yueze and the others were all crestfallen.
'As prodigies who enjoyed all the resources of the ancestral lands, how could we have lost to a clansman who had just returned home?'
Fang Yang wore a faint smile, marveling inwardly. 'Is this what they call drawing parallels? I seem to have gained new insights into the Mystical Skills of the Sword Dao.'
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「Three days later.」
