Having had the high ground, Fang Zhengzhi's attack was incredibly quick.

By the time his voice was heard, he was already through the blue light above Yun Qingwu's head. He was like an arrow...

As he landed on the ground.

"Plonk!"

Columns of dust shot skyward.

　　...

At that moment, the battlefield quietened down, almost as if gallons of water had been poured onto a raging fire.

In that instant, the fire was doused.

Everyone turned to look at the lone figure. Spears and blades were stopped in mid-air as they all looked on.

He looked embarrassed, his blue shirt stained with dust, almost like a lost teenager.

"Fang Zhengzhi?!" Princess Shan Yu could not believe her eyes. She had thought that Fang Zhengzhi would not appear here.

Even if he did, he would not have appeared in such a fashion.

She knew for a face that Fang Zhengzhi was not one to take on the most difficult challenge. But, he had just challenged Canyang.

Canyang ah!

The one who wields the Heavenly R