The moon in the sky was as big as a cartwheel, emanating a dazzling purple light.
Clearly, this was no longer the Taiji world.
Li Fan lay on the ground, decapitated, with his dilated pupils reflecting the purple moonlight. He was dead.
Hey, aren't you accelerating this too much!!!
But this smooth cut on the neck... it's from a flying sword...
Then, a golden light fell from the void, and the man who appeared in the sword light had a strong aura, angular features, and an intense killing intent. Li Fan had naturally seen this man before.
The seventeenth generation grandmaster of the Beichen Sect, the Supreme Taiji, the Xuantian Sword Ancestor.
Of course, this could not be him.
The timelines just didn't match up, and this person was only at the level of transforming his spirit, clearly using the transformation techniques of the Taishu path.
