'Not bad, father-in-law. I've always seen you as the most promising of the lot.' Xinzi kept this thought to himself, and undisturbed by Guang Fanghu's appearance, waved his flag. The blood fabric expanded in length and width, forming a 50-meters-long blood-silk cocoon that met and pushed back on Guang Fanghu's Sweltering Heaven Sword Formation.
Blast upon blast, bang upon bang, but all the bangs in the world couldn't give the Yang Patriarch an edge over Xinzi's Thousand Soul Immolation Flag. Not bothering to spare Zi Yao a glance, Guang Fanghu bolted towards Xinzi, sword raised for close-quarter combat.
