Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a little boy in white slowly emerged from one of the Quanzhen Sect's rooms.
The boy did not look very old, at most seven or eight. He was small and frail, as if a gust of wind could knock him over. Yet the instant he appeared, an incomparably powerful, incomparably profound aura erupted from him, pressing forward inch by inch with peerless might!
It was as if he were an invincible king walking among mortals, dazzling beyond measure.
Chen Xiaofan slowly walked out, his aura fully unleashed. His clothes billowed in the wind, and he seemed like an immortal stepping out of a painting—elegant and pure.
"Is the Illusory Yin Finger very powerful?" He glanced at Cheng Kun and asked indifferently as he walked.
Chen Xiaofan had watched plenty of television dramas about the Illusory Yin Finger in his previous life. This Martial Arts Technique was indeed exquisite, but that was all.
He had just fused all the supreme Martial Arts Techniques into a single move. Compared with those peerless divine arts, was Cheng Kun's Illusory Yin Finger really powerful?
"Fine. Then I'll use one finger too," Chen Xiaofan said calmly.
He began to think.
After deep thought, you successfully transformed Xiantian Nine Solitary Swords: Formless Sword Intent into a finger technique!
Without another word, Chen Xiaofan attacked directly.
With a sharp whoosh, the air shuddered. Before anyone could see when he had made his move, a streak of white light was already rushing toward Cheng Kun's face.
Cheng Kun instantly felt as though he faced a mighty enemy. Even his clothes shook violently in the raging wind.
"Take my Nameless Finger," Chen Xiaofan said coolly.
Cold sweat poured down Cheng Kun's face. Gritting his teeth, he frantically circulated his Internal Energy with