Since Lei Wanhe had appeared, there was naturally no need for Nangong Wan to step in and help deal with the Thousand Bamboo Sect members.
At the same time, Fang Yu witnessed the formidable strength of a Core Formation cultivator.
Thunder suddenly roared and lightning flashed across the distant horizon, white light bursting forth. Then a streak of silver light came racing over from there, arriving before them in the blink of an eye. The sight terrified them out of their wits. They did not even have time to put away their remaining puppets before leaping up and fleeing in different directions.
But that enormous silver streak, more than thirty yards long, gave Yellow Dragon and the others no such chance.
It suddenly split apart, transforming into six or seven slightly smaller streaks of silver light that shot toward the Thousand Bamboo Sect members in midair.
"Senior, spare our lives! We are..."
In his terror, Yellow Dragon hurriedly tried to say something, but the silver lights did not pause in the slightest. They simply twisted together with a light motion. After several faint peals of thunder, those who had tried to flee were reduced to ashes. Yellow Dragon was no exception.
Only then did all the silver lights gather together again, revealing an immensely fat man.
He was none other than Fang Yu's master from Yellow Maple Valley: Lei Wanhe.
Although Fang Yu did not understand why the plot had played out ahead of time, or whether he had remembered the timing incorrectly, he needed to go forward and pay his respects.
With that thought, Fang Yu glanced at Nangong Wan's incomparably cold and beautiful face. He then activated the grand formation and, together with Nangong Wan, flew forward on their artifacts.
When they reached the fat man, Fang Yu