Blood-red light suddenly surged around Su Fan. The dazzling red glow flashed only once, and there was no longer any sign of him atop the bluestone.
When his figure reappeared, he was already standing atop a solitary peak.
The solitary peak rose from the earth and pierced the heavens. Frigid winds howled at its summit, setting his robes billowing in the breeze.
Su Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze like an eagle's fixed in the direction of Divine Water Immortal City, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
"Senior, begin..."
His thought had only just reached that great figure from the upper realm of the Witch Sect when a blood-red light pillar suddenly plummeted from the sky. Like the heavens tipping over, it wrapped him tightly from head to toe.
Within the light pillar, the spiritual energy around him surged and churned like a tsunami. In the blink of an eye, his aura had soared to the peak of the Integration Stage, and even the surrounding void trembled faintly beneath its might.
With a thought from Su Fan, a pair of scarlet demonic claws covered both his hands. Their tips gleamed with a bone-chilling light, while faint dragon might flowed across their scales.
He slowly raised his right hand and stared at the pair of True Dragon Subduing Demon Claws.
This magical treasure, forged from True Dragon bones mixed with a hundred kinds of Spiritual Material, had yet to truly taste blood.
Today, the flying sword of that Sword Cultivator would make the perfect test for the edge of this supreme magical treasure.
At that moment, Su Fan's eyes suddenly narrowed.
An overwhelming aura swept over from afar like raging waves, turning the winds and clouds a different color wherever it passed.
"Clang..."
A sword cry suddenly exploded,