Qiao Zhichuan was silent. Because, he really didn't know the answer!
At this moment, the pile of butterflies covering Zhan Jingshu moved, and a bloodied person emerged from within, supporting himself with a Spirit Sword, staggering.
Qiao Zhichuan looked at him and said, "You can't defeat me, just give up!"
"I will never give up. Whatever miracles Master can create, I can too!" Zhan Jingshu shouted, moving the Spirit Sword in front of his chest, and charged towards him.
Qiao Zhichuan stood motionless, his face cold and indifferent.
"Ah—" Zhan Jingshu's sword body emitted a bright white light as he fiercely struck it toward Qiao Zhichuan.
Qiao Zhichuan raised his hand indifferently, and instantly, his normal human hand grew a silver-white armor, especially each of the five finger bases sprouted sharp, cold-steeled claws.
He clenched his fist with a "bang", colliding with Qiao Zhichuan's Spirit Sword.
