Wang Hu saw the large blade hovering over his elder brother's head, and couldn't help but feel a wave of worry, his entire heart became suspended in air.
The cultivator at the Nascent Soul Mid Stage, wielding a large blade, was about to slash at Ding Fan, feeling immensely smug. But in the next instant!
Crack!
A sphere akin to lightning shot out from Ding Fan's body, directly flashing past the cultivator and instantly penetrating his body!
Boom...
The Nascent Soul Mid Stage cultivator fell to the ground with a crash, his large blade softly landing to the ground, clatter!
Soon, the Nascent Soul Mid Stage cultivator lying on the ground was lifeless, clearly dead beyond any doubt...
That mysterious sphere like lightning quickly returned to Ding Fan, while his speed beneath his feet didn't pause a bit, everything flowed seamlessly, all within mere breaths.
