Weak Point, Cripple, The End (Please Vote with Monthly Tickets!)

With a leaping sword strike, Fang Shu gouged off Ling Baiquan's formidable head alive.

The sight made every onlooker lurking nearby shudder in shock.

They hurriedly reined in their breaths and shifted their gazes away, watching the scene only from the corners of their eyes, as if terrified Fang Shu might set his sights on them next.

After all, two people had already fallen to Ling Baiquan today.

One had luckily escaped, while the other had been crushed to death alive by Ling Baiquan, who relied on his formidable hard-body art like heavy armor, fearless of counterattacks. His head had even been hammered into his chest, and he had died like a turtle with its head pulled in.

A candidate this powerful had actually been slain in a single exchange by that swordsman.

This man may befriend, but never be made an enemy! The thought surfaced in the hearts of several watchers almost simultaneously.

Fang Shu stood where he was, looking at the tower-like body before him. His expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were briefly unfocused.

Killing Ling Baiquan with a single sword had also exceeded his expectations.

There really was a weak point.

Back when Xiao Lili had come to Solitary Gu Hall to ask them to avenge her and her father, she had introduced Ling Baiquan's circumstances in detail.

Aside from his ruthlessness, Ling Baiquan's greatest asset had been his Copper Membrane Iron-Skin Body-Protecting Seal Art.

The technique resembled a spell. He used the skin and membranes of his body as ritual implements to refine. From head to toe, every inch of his skin was tough; once activated, it was as though mercury constantly enveloped his entire body. Every shout came with a surge of force, and his body was as robust as an ox or elephant.