"You actually killed him?"
Xue Pingchuan's expression was icy as he looked at Fang Qianyuan, who stood proudly atop Little White's head.
"To think that arriving just one step too late gave you the chance to kill Qian Wei. Should I call you a dazzling, astonishing talent, or was Qian Wei simply so useless that all his decades of cultivation went to the dogs?"
His feelings were not actually as calm as he appeared.
He had never expected Fang Qianyuan to remain in the Lan area instead of leaving.
What was more, Fang Qianyuan had even dared to slip back into Golden Embankment City and deliberately provoke them under the guise of a Luo Clan disciple, drawing Qian Wei out.
Qian Wei had failed to suspect a trap and had fallen at his hands.
This sent a profound shock through Xue Pingchuan. Even if he had used his full strength, he could have done no better.
Fang Qianyuan's strength was truly beyond all expectations.
Fang Qianyuan did not answer. He was surveying his surroundings, trying to determine whether Yang Qi and the others had also come to provide support, or whether Xue Pingchuan was alone-and if so, whether he could defeat him.
Only after confirming these things could he decide his next move.
But Xue Pingchuan gave him little opportunity. His spirit essence immediately surged, and with a single bounding step, he crossed more than a hundred yards through thin air and unleashed a savage punch from afar.
"Cloud-Punching Fist!"
Xue Pingchuan was entirely different from Qian Wei. He was a Transformation Dao spirit tamer whose primary cultivation centered on the earth rank mid-grade mighty vajra ape. His title, the Mighty Fist King, had come from this very creature.
As he punched, his spirit garment appeared, shrouding him in the