"Eh..."
A surprised voice came from beneath the black armor. It seemed astonished that Wei Fan had reacted in time and avoided that certain-kill strike.
Wei Fan had already intended to counterattack, but he had been forced onto the back foot from the start. It was not something he could turn around and counter immediately.
Moreover, the other party's assassination arts had reached the pinnacle of perfection. During Wei Fan's battle against the group of Saints from Lingxu Cave, the other party had not acted. When he fought Zhou Wuchang, the other party had not acted either. Even when Wei Fan had fallen into a disadvantage, he had held back.
Only after Wei Fan killed Zhou Wuchang, when he felt the overall situation was settled and had let down all vigilance, did he launch his certain-kill strike. He had appeared behind Wei Fan in an eerie manner. If Wei Fan's Primordial Spirit realm had not been unimaginably profound and his martial intuition not godlike, anyone else would already have died.
Of course, after evading the first certain-kill strike, it would not be so easy for the other party to kill him again. Besides, Wei Fan still had the Myriad Dao Bell protecting him.
Wei Fan continued to shift sideways as the Great Dao surged forth rapidly. He wanted to counterattack, but Elder Dun turned the edge of the Slaying Saint Sword. Like a shadow following its form, it slashed straight at Wei Fan's neck.
The Slaying Saint Sword was incomparably terrifying, as though it could sever all things between heaven and earth. Once again, it easily cut through his protective power, its icy edge making goosebumps rise all over his body.
Wei Fan's pupils contracted slightly. His protective power was nearly useless; it could not block this unique killing weapon