Mysterious Canon
"Oh, looks like our newly promoted grand elder is not doing well," Feng said with a sly, mocking smile on her face.
Yang Jing looked at the woman with a frown on his face, his expression grim.
"Help me, woman. Take this man with the katana, and I will take care of the wood guy," he commanded, immediately charging towards Lu Ming with his saber.
"When did I start to take orders from you?" Feng grumbled in her heart and looked at Fang Ying just as he was about to intercept Yang Jing.
She whipped her whip, and it immediately lengthened, reaching Fang Ying in an instant, halting him from continuing.
As the whip cut the path of Fang Ying, he could hear the faint sound of wind being torn, effortlessly breaking the sound barrier.
"If I hadn't stopped, I would have to give up a layer of skin," Fang Ying thought with some fear in his heart, looking down at where the whip had landed.