Luo Yingtian

The old Daoist's hand flashed with an ethereal spiritual light, which transformed into a massive whisk.

Threads of spiritual light shot from the whisk, winding toward Chen Fan.

Chen Fan stood where he was with a smile as spiritual light rippled around him.

Sss! Sss! Sss!

Invisible sword qi shot forth, instantly shattering every thread of spiritual light into dust.

His opponent's technique could not even get close to Chen Fan.

The old Daoist hurriedly retreated, a subtle look flashing across his face. He turned to the brocade-clad man. "Young Master Ban, this man is rather unfathomable. Be careful."

The brocade-clad man nodded with an equally grave expression, then waved his hand. "Everyone, attack together!"

No matter how unwilling the seven people around them were, they all charged at Chen Fan.

Yet Chen Fan merely sneered and shook his head.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The charging figures fell one after another. In the blink of an eye, each transformed into phantom light and dispersed.

This meant that they had all died in an instant.

The problem was that neither Young Master Ban nor the old Daoist had seen Chen Fan make a move.

"What was that?" Young Master Ban finally realized that something was wrong.

"It's a soul attack!"

The old Daoist shrieked. His Dao Domain surged, and a vast torrent of power swept toward Chen Fan—only to come to an abrupt halt. His eyes suddenly rolled back, and he fell to the ground, breaking apart into streams of spiritual light.

Young Master Ban turned and ran.

But before he could get far, his vision went black.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already died and respawned.

Holding his nameplate and seeing that his points had dropped by half, he showed no disappointment. Instead, his face was filled with