Decent, I Suppose

In a blink of an eye, Fang Yuan was already surrounded tightly by countless blade path phantoms. Not only this, the endless blade lights filled the whole sky, isolating inside from outside.

"Whoever you may be, your defensive killer move is indeed amazing!" Meng Tu was protected by many layers of blade path phantoms, he gazed at Fang Yuan deeply before smiling and rubbing his hands to ease the numbness from the previous force.

"But!" Meng Tu raised his head slightly at the tall emperor yama, his gaze filled with pity: "You should never have come to find trouble for me here in autumn blade plain."

"Hehe, actually, it was not wrong to find trouble for me here, but your timing is really bad, if it were when I had just come here, you might still have some chance at survival. But now, hehehe…"

Meng Tu laughed, holding his hands behind his back as he shook his head.