"Ha, ha, ha! This old man has lived through one hundred and eight springs and autumns, and this is the first time I've ever seen a brat as brazen as you! If I don't know what a spirit is, how could you possibly know?" Bai Wantian suddenly exerted full force with his hands.
For a moment, the venomous blade seemed on the verge of shattering the Qingjun sword in Fang Yan's hand.
Fang Yan was already unable to move due to a slight numbness throughout his body.
Chapter 592