At this moment, the sword that Chu Nan was wielding seemed to be not merely Sword Qi but a real sun, its scorching and violent energy surging toward Zhao Yan.
This scene utterly stunned Zhao Yan, for from this sword of Chu Nan's he felt an intense crisis of life and death.
His own power was utterly suppressed by this sword; although Chu Nan was only at the fifth level of Spirit Pill, the combat strength he displayed was even more terrifying than his own, at the eighth level of Spirit Pill!
"How can this be? A fifth-level Spirit Pill can't be this strong!"
Rumble!
Zhao Yan had no chance to resist, his earthshaking hammer shredded in just one encounter as streams of Sword Qi roared toward him like raging dragons.
"Not good!" Zhao Yan was terrified, scared out of his wits by this sword, and immediately tried to use his body technique to flee.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
