The keen edge of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd whistled down.
Chen Wei did not so much as blink as he shielded Yang Chan behind him. At the last possible instant, the blade stopped half an inch above his head.
Yang Jian slowly descended, lowering his gaze to look down at Chen Wei. "Aren't you afraid?"
Under normal circumstances, Chen Wei would have greeted the Holy Manifestation True Lord with the utmost respect and a smiling face, never daring to utter a single defiant word. But with a blade already at his throat, who had time to worry about all those rules?
Besides, he had always respected Second Brother, but that respect was for the real Justice Heavenly Deity.
The phantom before him was definitely a fake!
The real Holy Manifestation True Lord was notorious for being fanatically protective of his sister. How could he possibly attack Yang Chan?
So Yang Chan had broken the Heavenly Laws. What was the big deal?
Would Yang Jian lead troops to surround and crush his own sister over a few paltry Heavenly Laws?
Impossible.
Absolutely possible!
Since this was an impostor in an illusion, why bother being polite?
"I'm not afraid!" Chen Wei stiffened his neck and shot back. No sooner had the words left his mouth than he lowered his head, swept his gaze over the dirt yard, and swiftly dug out a clod of earth.
It was a rare chance to encounter a fake, and the clod felt good in his hand. If he did not throw it now, when would he?
Whoosh!
He mustered all his strength, swung his arm in a full arc, and hurled the clod at Yang Jian's face.
Smack.
A crisp sound rang out.
The clod struck Yang Jian squarely in the forehead.
Yang Chan's beautiful face