Before the words even faded, Fang Yue had already vanished from sight.
"Damn it!"
Xue Cheng and Wei Qianxing cried out in alarm. A powerful sense of danger washed over them, as if the Grim Reaper himself was upon them.
They wanted to run, but it was too late.
When Fang Yue reappeared, he was already in front of Wei Qianxing, his fist smashing toward the man's chest.
PTHOO!
Wei Qianxing sprayed a mouthful of blood as his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string. He crashed heavily onto the ground and died on the spot.
"This…"
The surrounding members of the Shadow Association were stunned. They never imagined Fang Yue could be so terrifyingly powerful—not even Wei Qianxing had been a match for him.
Xue Cheng's heart leaped into his throat. He knew he was no match for Fang Yue, but he had no choice but to force himself to attack.
He shot forward, lunging at Fang Yue. A dagger, glinting coldly, appeared in his hand as he thrust it straight at Fang Yue's throat.
