Fang Chen Loses Control, Xu Yuan Intervenes

One, two, three flying swords blasted toward Fang Chen. This was no brute-force barrage; each of the three swords had a different focus, vaguely forming an array that locked down every route by which Fang Chen might escape.

Who would have thought that Yan Fang, who looked burly and brawny like a body cultivator, was actually a formidable swordsman as well?

A look of hatred crossed his face. To avoid being pincered by the three swords, Fang Chen had no choice but to descend to the ground.

The Fire Crane transformation dispersed. He draped the bearskin over himself and turned into a demonic bear clad in earthen armor.

With a furious roar, the giant bear Fang Chen had become swung its massive claws, easily smashing away the two high-grade flying swords before condensing an earthen wall behind itself to block the top-grade flying sword circling around from the rear.

Yet Yan Fang merely sneered. As spiritual energy surged through his body, the flying sword behind Fang Chen flared scarlet, pierced straight through the earthen wall, and slashed across the giant bear's hind leg.

Though the Skin-Draping Art was exquisite, once the beast it transformed into was injured, a certain portion of that injury would be reflected back onto the caster.

For a time, the massive beast on the ground grew even more listless.

"Senior Brother Fang, I think you'd better stop struggling sooner rather than later. That way, I'll grant you a quick death. How about it?"

With a derisive laugh, Yan Fang flicked two fingers. The three flying swords in the air aimed directly at the giant bear below. Seeing the once graceful and refined senior brother of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain reduced to such a state filled him with indescribable delight.

You fucking always act like some modest