General Wang let out a cold laugh. That cackling sound was like some kind of bird crying in the night. It sounded strange, sending a chill down one's spine.
"Master Fang, back at Old Jiang's place just now, you were quite impressive. Everyone was giving you face, everyone had to apologize to you. Truly glorious. But unfortunately for you, we came prepared on two fronts."
Hearing this.
Fang Yu didn't find it strange at all.
At this point, if they wanted to kill someone but didn't prepare thoroughly, that would be real stupidity. Relying solely on Old Jiang to suppress him, even if it worked, there was no way it would kill him.
Old Jiang was, after all, a high-ranking figure. He would not casually meddle in the trivial matters of the Divine Race.
But now it was different.
No one knew Old Jiang was one of Fang Yu's trump cards.
