This sentence drove Zhao Kuan crazy. He was a man who cared about his face the most. This was related to the dignity of the entire Zhao family. If this news got out, the Zhao family would be humiliated by him.
Such a thing must not happen. Zhao Kuan shouted, ""Fang Xi, if you have the guts, continue fighting with me."
Zhao Kuan pounced on him again. Seeing this, Fang Xi's face turned cold. He raised his hammer again, ready to fight Zhao Kuan.
Zhao Kuan's face suddenly turned pale. He had used too much force just now, and he couldn't control his nature essence at all, which made his internal injuries worse. He spat out a mouthful of blood before he could even stab with his sword.
Fang Xi didn't care about Zhao Kuan's injuries at all. He immediately swung his iron hammer at Zhao Kuan again. Zhao Kuan hurriedly tried to use the Mandarin duck sword, but he was too weak and severely injured to do so, so he was knocked away by the iron hammer.