A mutilated corpse lay limp on the muddy ground.
Fang Shuwen didn't spare it a second glance...
It didn't matter if it was Fan Zongyang or Ding Wujiu, the one who specialized in breaking Body-Protecting Divine Techniques.
To him, they were nothing more than two people who had tried to kill him.
And these two had dared to get distracted while facing him, whispering to each other on the side.
Not even the likes of Ye Wufeng or Zhao Wuji would dare to be so careless in his presence. They deserved to die.
As for their skills... why care about the abilities of a dead man?
At this moment, before the desolate village, the only person left in sight was Qi Duanshan.
Fang Shuwen didn't care who he was. He simply sent a palm strike his way.
The Great Black Heaven God Palm—Demon-Suppressing Seal!
His palm was slightly curved, resembling both a palm strike and a hand seal, carrying with it an infinite force as it shot straight for the man's face.
