The Hostage

Luo Yijie and Wang Zhengzhi cried out at the same time, but Tian Wangchuan had already been completely trapped inside an Ice Ball.

Their expressions changed. Gritting their teeth, they charged at Fang Yue together and attacked him.

Luo Yijie was in the lead, thrusting his sword at Fang Yue.

But just as the blade was about to hit, Luo Yijie's vision blurred. Fang Yue's right foot seemed to shift suddenly, leaving an afterimage.

The next moment, a sharp pain hit his chest, and he was sent flying.

Luo Yijie had lost without even seeing the path of Fang Yue's attack!

When Luo Yijie hit the ground with a thud, he looked toward Wang Zhengzhi and felt slightly relieved.

It turned out that Wang Zhengzhi had also been sent flying by a palm strike from Fang Yue.

Wang Zhengzhi looked over at the same time. As their eyes met, both men showed a trace of helplessness.

This was a battlefield they simply couldn't interfere in.

Fortunately, just then...

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Dense cracks spread across the thick Ice Ball imprisoning Tian Wangchuan. With a loud bang, it shattered.

Amid the flying shards of ice, Tian Wangchuan broke free and thrust his sword at Fang Yue's chest from point-blank range.

Shing—

The blade pierced Fang Yue's chest with perfect accuracy. Tian Wangchuan could clearly tell Fang Yue had avoided a vital spot, but the strike had still done its job.

A wound like that was enough to hinder Fang Yue's movements. Tian Wangchuan only needed to keep him occupied a little longer before he could kill him!

Orders from Ox Seat, the Phoenix Organization's interests—Tian Wangchuan cast it all aside.

From the moment Fang Yue had knocked him off the platform and humiliated him, Fang Yue had been a dead man