This sudden turn of events brought the entire battlefield to a standstill.
The female steward glanced, horrified, at the twitching, bisected corpse, then looked toward the source of the Sword Qi.
A figure in a green robe was swiftly approaching from the distance.
The man moved like the wind, his speed astonishing. In just a few bounds, he had reached the edge of the battlefield.
His green robe fluttered, a longsword at his waist. His face was young, yet as serene as still water.
She froze for a moment, then a look of unconcealable, pleasant surprise spread across her pale face.
"It's Fang Han… True Inheritor Fang!"
Her voice was hoarse, but it carried clearly to the ears of the surrounding Qingxuan Sect disciples.
"Senior Brother Fang Han is here!"
"It's Senior Brother Fang Han!"
Light flared in the once-dim eyes of the Qingxuan Sect disciples who had been struggling to hold on.
Within the Qingxuan Sect, that name was now like a banner.
