Chapter 1022: Space Exchange

trifled with unless one has absolute certainty of success.Moreover, Fang Yu killing Chen Luo would only bring benefits and no harm to their Han family!Why resort to violence!Han Qi has always been a s...A figure stood before Fang Yu, their white clothes flowing in the wind.

Her hair was very long, cascading down to her shoulders. It was jet black and shiny, with not a single gray hair in sight.

This man's eyes were extremely sharp, as if they could see through people's souls. His face was dark and gloomy to the extreme.

Fang Yu knew, the person in front of him... was Bu Fan's master, Tian Lun Zhenren.

"Master... save me." Bu Fan, who was grasped by Fang Yu's hand, uttered with pain. As he spoke, blood kept gushing from his mouth, it was extremely tragic.

Tian Lun looked at Bu Fan, his pupils contracting sharply.

Bu Fan, his only disciple, had long been considered by him to be the one who would inherit his mantle.

Now, Bu Fan is injured to this state.

The upper body was covered in wounds inflicted by daggers, blood flowing profusely and dripping constantly onto the ground.

His face was also stained with blood, his features obscured.

"Boom!"

Tian Lun only felt a loud bang in his brain, anger burning fiercely in his chest!

Now, he doesn't want anything else, just to save Bu Fan and take revenge!

"Whoever you are...none of you will leave this place alive today." Tianlun Zhenren stared intently at Fang Yu, said in a cold voice.

The aura of his cultivation had been completely released.

Between the late fusion period and the peak.

The aura was not as powerful as that of Wai Xu.

Fang Yu grabbed Bu Fan's head with his right hand and laughed, "No matter how fierce you act, it won't help. Your apprentice is in my hands. As long as I use a little force, his head will explode like a balloon."

Upon hearing this, Tian Lun's expression changed slightly, and a jolt went through his heart.

"Allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Fang Yu, you might have heard it before," Fang Yu said faintly.

Feiyu... Feiyu!

Tianlun's face changed again.

The name Fang Yu, recently he has indeed been heard of!

As for the other deeds of Fang Yu, all those in Tianlun truly scoffed at them, deeming him merely a person with the strength of a Saint Ranking who was infatuated with seeking attention and the so-called power within the martial arts world.

Three days ago, he heard that Cang Yuan of the Haoyang Sect had also been defeated by Fang Yu, and was defeated miserably... From then on, his view changed.

He gets along pretty well with Cangyuan.

Cang Yuan ranked twenty-third on the Sacred List, possessing the cultivation of a mid-stage Nascent Soul. He was about to step into the late stage.

Such cultivation level is already very strong.

Fang Yu could defeat such a strong opponent...naturally, he could also be listed among the strong.

It's just...was suffering from the same intensity of pain.It's just... this isn't going to get us anywhere.How can Fang Yu kill himselfEven three thousand years ago, when he was still on Earth, he had grown weary...