"Peng——"
After taking a punch full of Dragon Demon Power, Zhao Xin's body shattered its Sword Aura in an instant, transforming into a mere afterimage that plummeted into the jagged rocks behind him.
"You can't even withstand a single punch, and you have the gall to strut around?"
Ning Daoran stepped into the void, his body brimming with Blood Qi Power, presenting the appearance of a mid-stage Embracing Elixir Martial Immortal.
"You... You dare to kill me? My family's Ancestor will never let you get away with this. Once he achieves Nascent Soul...what are you, Ning Daoran, in comparison?"
"Your family's Ancestor is your family's Ancestor, you are you."
Ning Daoran said, "I, Ning, have always despised those who say 'this and that person is so and so, if you dare, compare yourself with them.' I only compete with you, not anyone else."
