Bang!
Li Lin's figure fell like a meteor, swiftly kicked down from the clouds and smashed into the ground!
Another huge crater was blasted into the ruins. Li Lin's face was pressed straight into the earth, and his once spotless, hollow-patterned feathered robe was now covered in mud and sand. Chen Fan's strength and speed had utterly surpassed his imagination. Before he could even use True Essence Power to protect his body, he had already been reduced to this sorry state.
Crackle!
A clap of lightning and thunder rang out as Li Lin slowly climbed up from the ground. No one could see his expression, but they could all see that he was enraged. Towering fury enveloped him like a blazing furnace.
Purple lightning wrapped around his entire body, electric arcs intertwining and snapping sharply.
Chen Fan halted in midair and took out a piece of Pure Wood Essence, placing it in his mouth. His injuries recovered in an instant, and his strength returned to its peak. Yet he was no longer the greenhorn he had once been.
His expression was indifferent, his gaze profound. He stood in the air, calm as drifting clouds and gentle winds, while the sharp sword in his hand slowly traced a perfect circle. The fluidity of his movements was astonishing.
A faint breeze swept past—not a natural wind, but the chilling gale stirred by his slowly moving blade. It disrupted the surrounding currents, making his robes flutter loudly. His black hair spilled loose behind him, streaming in the wind!
This time, the sword flourish remained unchanged, but his opening stance was no longer comparable to before. Wherever his blade passed, even the void twisted, emanating an unfathomable Dao aura.
"How... can this be possible?" Fei Chuchu's eyes widened in shock, no longer able to