Fang Che circulated Spiritual Power through his body once, nodded, and asked, "How much?"
"Within five thousand zhang, no problem."
Yan Beihan said.
"That much won't be necessary." Fang Che said. "Two or three thousand should be enough."
"Be careful."
"Understood."
A quarter of an hour later...
The battle in the arena had already reached the eighteenth round, while the Guardians and the Divine Ferret Sect had finished fighting. The Guardians had won a crushing victory, and the Divine Ferret Sect had suffered heavy casualties. At present, the two sides were engaged in a war of insults.
But the Divine Ferret Sect was losing even more miserably in the war of insults than it had in the life-and-death battle.
Because in this field, the Guardians had an invincible general: Dong Yunyu.
Dong Yunyu stood with his back straight at the highest point, single-handedly battling an army of a million. His aura soared like a rainbow.
When he opened his mouth, it was as if all the latrines between heaven and earth had been gathered there. His words poured forth like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, every filthy phrase imaginable surging out with crystal-clear diction and booming volume. Fighting the entire Divine Ferret Sect alone, he actually held the upper hand.
On the Divine Ferret Sect's side, Dong Yuanping and the others were so furious that their mouths twisted and their eyes slanted, looking as if they had suffered strokes.
The Guardians were all desperately holding themselves back. Countless people turned their faces away while stifling laughter, putting on an air of I don't know this bastard.
They hurriedly severed all relations.
The other members of the Dong family simply covered their faces and squatted on the ground. How humiliating! The Dong family had truly thrown its reputation beyond the horizon