An Ancestor Dragon at the Great Saint Level was rapidly flying toward the Dragon Race's gathering point with several subordinates in tow.
They had already completed the missions for two Light Orbs. Once they returned to the gathering point and handed them over to the Dragon Lord, their mission would be completely finished.
Xu Fan was lying in ambush along their return route.
The Thousand-Hand Phantom held a massive sword as it gathered strength, streams of Chaos Sword Intent condensing one after another.
The figures of those Ancestor Dragons had already appeared in the distance. The massive sword in the Thousand-Hand Phantom's hands slowly lifted, assuming a heaven-cleaving posture.
As those Ancestor Dragons drew closer, the Thousand-Hand Phantom's Aura grew ever stronger.
Just as those Ancestor Dragons entered its attack range and Xu Fan was about to bring down this crucial strike—
An enormous Ethereal Projection of the Dragon Lord, spanning heaven and earth, suddenly appeared above Xu Fan.
It then pressed down upon Xu Fan's Thousand-Hand Phantom.
Ignoring the Dragon Lord in the sky, the Thousand-Hand Phantom unleashed a Heaven-Splitting Slash at those Ancestor Dragons.
But the Sword Light tore open space the instant it was unleashed, and the Thousand-Hand Phantom slipped through the opening.
The Dragon Lord's Ethereal Projection in the sky pounced at nothing.
Somewhere within the Great World, Xu Fan flew out from a Space Rift.
"Now, only Great Saint Level combat power can tear open space. Things will be a little less fun if I run into the Dragon Lord again in the future." Xu Fan gently stroked the massive sword in his hand.
If not for this Innate Supreme Treasure-grade massive sword, he would have been unable to break open the Great World's space as early as ten days ago.
Xu Fan changed direction