Ding Ling did not blame Han Xin either.
He merely told him to get down.
Han Xin obediently did so.
With a casual gesture from Ding Ling, the Dragon Capture Skill activated. The sword was effortlessly pulled from Violent Bear's skull, whoosh!
The long sword transformed into a streak of light and landed in Ding Ling's palm.
Han Xin's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. His face was filled with disbelief:
"What, what, what kind of swordsmanship is this?!"
To pull out a sword from thin air—this was practically an Immortal sword art!
Han Xin considered himself fairly knowledgeable. He was far more experienced than those shallow-minded village youths. Yet even after witnessing such a scene, he could not help turning pale, as if he had seen a myth.
"This isn't swordsmanship."
"Then what is it? Could it be the legendary Immortal spell?!"
Han Xin was even more shaken. His thoughts ran wild as all kinds of myths and legends flooded his mind. He was already wondering whether the Nine Provinces Divine Sect was a sect passed down by some Immortal from ancient times?!
Otherwise, how could it possess such miraculous methods?!
"Heh."
Ding Ling chuckled lightly and did not explain further. He merely said, "You'll understand when the time comes."
Seeing this, Han Xin stopped asking questions. He was only even more astonished, curious, and delighted.
To be able to become a disciple of such a sect—
It went without saying that no matter how poorly he fared in the future, he would at the very least become a hundred-man enemy.
Previously, he had thought that Ding Ling might only be a hundred-man enemy. Now, it seemed he had underestimated Ding Ling. With such Immortal-like methods, Ding Ling was at least a thousand-man enemy.
Suddenly, Han Xin seemed