Seven soul puppet masters struck simultaneously with extreme speed, and in the blink of an eye, they had already surrounded Fang Lin, launching attacks at his vital points from all directions.
Fang Lin's face remained very calm; he no longer wished to waste time with Ying Tianzheng.
In an instant, Fang Lin disappeared from among the seven soul puppets, appearing right behind Ying Tianzheng in the next moment.
The soul puppets were fast, but Fang Lin was even faster!
Ying Tianzheng didn't even have time to react before Fang Lin grabbed him by the neck from behind, hoisting him up in the air with his hand.
Not only that, but Fang Lin also struck a heavy blow to Ying Tianzheng's lower back, a blow that was extremely critical. Ying Tianzheng immediately spurted blood violently, his face full of agony.
"Put away these useless trashes, or I wouldn't mind seeing a new Crown Prince rise in Qing Nation," Fang Lin said indifferently.
