When he flew to the edge of the cliff.
Fang Yu suddenly shouted: "Thousand-Pound Fall!"
His figure swiftly plummeted.
Boom!
Like a giant boulder, his feet stomped onto the ground.
His figure stood firm. Looking forward...
After his vision cleared.
Everything ahead was clear and discernible.
The Tiandu Guards quickly formed an array in eight directions.
Every person's palms faced forwards.
"A Combined Martial Technique of dozens of people, Eight Techniques of Profound, no wonder its power is so immense," Fang Yu inwardly clicked his tongue.
He almost suffered a loss without noticing.
If not for his quick reaction, he would have fallen off the cliff directly.
"Indeed, the Tiandu Hall is powerful. Even without the appearance of the Five Great Hall Masters, there are still Tiandu Guards... Empress Ziwei, have those subordinates and ministers of yours gone into hiding to have children?" Fang Yu laughed.
