Zhao Shanhe sighed.
Although Fang Tu didn't make a move, those seven guys are now killing more frighteningly than Fang Tu.
Thinking that these seven Gods of Killing are actually Fang Tu's subordinates, one can only imagine how ruthless Fang Tu would be.
As they say, rising tides lift all boats.
Fang Che is now in such a situation.
I am not in Jianghu.
But I suppress the entire Jianghu!
"The burden of fame, huh."
Fang Che sighed: "I said even people from our Southeast Headquarters look at me differently lately..."
"Haha..."
Nobody wanted to speak further, Zhao Shanhe and An Ruoxing remained silent.
Fang Che really has no clue.
Now in the Southeast seventeen states, there are at least a billion deaths, because of Fang Tu. Not to mention the good or bad of those who died.
Just speaking of many Great Demons from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, they don't have as many souls under their name as you.
You can still put on an 'innocent and kind' appearance.
