As Qian Daolin panicked, Ren Feifan quickly grabbed the Ancient Dust Sword embedded in the ground and his figure disappeared abruptly, thrusting the sword towards Qian Daolin's body!
This sword strike aimed for his life!
Despite the huge gap in their realms, Ren Feifan knew he had to make the first move—and he had to fight with all his might!
Otherwise, both he and Zheng Xipo would be left behind in this place!
Qian Daolin, staring at the whistling shadow of the sword, dared not take it lightly anymore. He drew his Soft Sword, flicking the blade as if a cold wind howled, and directly chopped at the blade of the Ancient Dust Sword!
Ren Feifan only felt a massive force transmitting through his arm, nearly numbing it! The Ancient Dust Sword broke free from his grip and shot outward!
"Ding!" The Ancient Dust Sword fell to the ground, causing the earth to crack open in all directions.
Qian Daolin's eyes narrowed as he stared intently at the Black Sword sticking out of the ground.
