"Is this the true power of a Zhiwei Realm warrior?"
Xu Fan was panting heavily, his entire body drenched in sweat.
Just as those dazzling white arrows were about to pierce through him, Xu Fan felt every hair on his body stand on end, and he even sensed the power of the Seven Treasures Relic!
It was the genuine sensation of impending death, terrifying yet thrilling.
But more than fear, Xu Fan felt excitement.
It's not because he witnessed the strength of a Zhiwei Realm warrior and felt that dying was worthwhile, like Confucius who said he was ready to die after hearing the Way in the morning. Xu Fan is not Confucius.
Xu Fan felt excitement because of the fighting spirit coursing through his veins. Even if he were to die, he would fight with all his might!
By now, Xu Fan had regained some of his strength after catching his breath. He raised his head and looked at Arthur with eyes still burning with an intense battle fire.
