Until the clamor subsided into silence, the red-faced elder's expression had yet to calm.
As an elder of the Fang Family, Fang Xiao'zhi possessed ample experience and knowledge, yet he had never encountered anything like this before!
The Evil Eagle Bone Mask, arrogant and unbridled only moments earlier, had been grievously wounded by that single slash and fled miserably into the distance.
Evil Eagle Bone Mask—this was the Evil Eagle Bone Mask!
Even among Pseudo-Celestials, he was an exceptionally formidable existence.
With his family's foundation behind him, he had never been weak among Pseudo-Celestials. Yet before that man, he had proven so utterly inadequate.
Precisely because of this experience, he was even more awed by the Great Grandmaster's terrifying combat strength.
The saber light had been brilliant and dazzling. With one slash, the Evil Eagle Bone Mask had been gravely wounded!
"Had a Storm Cloud Great Grandmaster arrived in person!? Or was it some Celestial old monster, playing in the Human World!?"
Fang Xiao'zhi's expression was filled with emotion and complexity.
But whether it was the former or the latter, he had weathered this calamity.
The Evil Eagle Bone Mask had been driven off with one blow. Surely he would not dare offend them lightly again.
"Elder." As the turmoil gradually settled, a Great Grandmaster recovered and stepped forward to report.
Everything he reported concerned the disaster they had just suffered.
Just as Fang Xiao'zhi was about to speak and decide how to handle the matter, he saw a streak of light shoot over from afar, racing toward them.
His expression changed instinctively. Only after seeing the shifting radiance clearly did he relax.
Yet in no more than an instant, solemnity covered his face once more.
He came back so fast?
Did he stop pursuing him, or...
He pondered the