Fang Qingyuan stood rooted to the ground like a post. As for Hao Shi, he had clearly achieved his goal. The Sword Ring Storm he had unleashed successfully forced back the beasts that were besieging him.
At this moment, Hao Shi stood in the breach above the damaged Grand Palace Hall. The moonlight illuminated his dark, golden-hued skin, making him appear all the more unearthly.
The other people and the Bear Beasts all hovered in mid-air, their divine senses locked onto Hao Shi. If he made any move to flee, another chaotic battle would erupt.
But Hao Shi didn't take this opportunity to escape. Instead, he stared fixedly at Fang Qingyuan, the blood at the corner of his mouth still unwiped—a result of Fang Qingyuan's recent barrage of Godslaying Needles, fired when the situation had turned critical.
Anyone who wasn't a veteran Nascent Soul had to give Fang Qingyuan's Godslaying Needle the respect it was due.
