Jue Wudi smiled lightly, stretched out his hand to hold it, and a golden arm appeared in the void to easily grab the flying sword.

Then.

Click...

The flying sword turned into fragments and scattered to the ground.

Fang Xiu's figure swayed, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

His magic weapon was also destroyed.

There was silence all around.

The fourth brother looked unwilling.

Neither Fang Jue nor Fang Xiu is qualified to withstand a single move from Jue Wudi...

Seeing the two prodigies of the Fang family losing one after another, some of the Jue family disciples at the scene chuckled.

Now, only Fang Chen is left.

And he has to take three moves alone to be considered victorious.

Jiang Tianai was very nervous and subconsciously held Fang Chen's hand tightly.

Fang Chen lowered his head and smiled, "It's okay."

With his comfort, Jiang Tian'an's mood stabilized a bit.

Jue Wudi's voice sounded again: "It's your turn, Fang Chen."

"Yes, it's your turn."

Fang Chen nodded slightly, and a phantom talisman burned up in his hand.
Chapter completed!