Ancestor Bing Lan's face showed a look of heartache as he hurriedly flew up to catch the translucent crystal ball.
To his shock and anger, he discovered that a deep black mark had been slashed into the crystal ball.
This round orb was his life-bound Dao treasure, the Nine Cold Ice Crystal Ball, and his trump heavy treasure; yet it had been scored so deeply with just one attack.
What kind of spiritual treasure was that black sword to possess such power?
Before Ancestor Bing Lan could examine it closely, another change occurred.
The void behind him suddenly tore open, and a long knife gleaming with dark green blade light emerged without warning.
The long knife slashed towards the back of Ancestor Bing Lan's neck with astonishing speed.
This strike was too sudden, and by the time Ancestor Bing Lan reacted, his body had already suddenly virtualized, turning into fragments of ice crystal snowflakes and scattering apart.
