Yang Rui stood in the distance, her face pale as she watched the scene unfold.
She struggled to her feet, wanting to support Fang Han, but despair bloomed in her heart.
Three Elders from the Netherworld Pavilion, two of them Second Grade.
'No matter how strong Fang Han is, how can he possibly fight them?'
Even with her help, it wouldn't be nearly enough.
"Fang Han, today is the day you die."
Song Shu sneered. The blue light on his short spear flared as he prepared to strike.
However, his movement paused for a fraction of a second just as he was about to attack.
His gaze fell on Fang Han's face, and a flicker of barely perceptible doubt crossed his sinister eyes.
Fang Han's expression was far too calm.
Surrounded by two Second-Grade and one Third-Grade Martial Artist, facing certain death, the man showed not a trace of panic.
'His eyes are still as tranquil as water, and... is that a hint of mockery in them?'
'This isn't normal!'
