The instant the thousand-foot Golden Crow shattered, the Burning Mountain Blazing Flame Banner seemed to dim a little as well.
Zhang Yi's expression changed abruptly.
Without a second thought, he shot backward.
As he retreated, Shan Hao immediately closed in.
Boom!!
Before the central command tent, Du Chengwu sprang into action.
The next instant, a terrifying attack came hurtling in.
"Two against one? Do you think Great Zhao has no one left?!" Fang Jin roared, leaping from the city wall and shooting straight into the sky.
He had been watching Du Chengwu all along, worried that he would intervene at a critical moment.
And so.
The moment Du Chengwu acted, Fang Jin reacted.
Seeing Fang Jin blocking his path, Du Chengwu threw a punch and roared, "Get lost!"
"Get lost yourself, you bastard!"
Fang Jin did not retreat a single step. He threw a punch of his own.
Their fists collided.
Terrifying gusts swept outward like a tidal wave.
Fang Jin grunted and was driven back some distance, but Du Chengwu's attack had also been stopped.
It all happened in a flash.
From Du Chengwu's attack to Fang Jin's interception, less than a single breath had passed.
Standing in midair.
Fang Jin suppressed the surging blood and qi within him, then sneered at Du Chengwu. "So the famed Marquis of Falling Moon amounts to no more than this. You don't dare fight openly and fairly, only pull dirty tricks.
"But that makes sense. Birds of a feather flock together.
"A scoundrel like Zhang Yi only deserves the company of another scoundrel like you."
"Fang Jin, you have a death wish!"
Du Chengwu's expression was frighteningly cold as he stared at him and spoke each word with deliberate emphasis.
Had he not witnessed it himself, he would never have imagined Fang