Not daring to be arrogant, Xu Ran's violent Spiritual Qi suddenly burst out from within the White Ape. He immediately clenched his right hand, lifting the black Stone Rod stuck in the ground, which emitted waves of black aura, creating a violent humming sound, and held it horizontally in front of his chest.
"Boy, you think you can ambush with such insufficient strength? But your speed is still not fast enough!"
"I want to kill you, but it's as easy as flipping my hand!"
At this moment, the white stream of light that suddenly appeared before the White Ape's eyes was fully visible. It was a Pocket-sized Flying Sword, its blade glowing with a white stream of light, just like the white light that had treated Xu Binghu earlier.
The white stream of light was like a blossoming flame, crossing in front of the White Ape, and unbeknownst to him, a surge of inexplicable fear rose in his heart.
