Chapter Fifty One : When the Trap Springs Twice
After eliminating the disciples of the Taixu Sect, Fang Mu Ge didn't even have time to catch his breath. His gaze grew heavy as he looked toward the empty western expanse.
"You've been watching for so long. Isn't it about time you came out?"
There wasn't a single person—or even a blade of grass or tree—in sight.
But as soon as Fang Mu Ge spoke, ripples shimmered through the void, and three figures suddenly emerged.
The young man leading the group held a folding fan in hand, his bearing as refined as a noble gentleman.
"No wonder they call you the most monstrously gifted disciple Lingyue Sect has produced in a thousand years. Truly impressive."
Although Fang Mu Ge had relied on treasures given to him by the Grand Elders to break the formation, instantly kill eleven Taixu Sect disciples, and exhaust Huo Jiannan's protective artifact, his personal strength couldn't be discounted.
