The terrifying strength of Chu Nan shocked Lan Zhanhan, he truly couldn't imagine which elder from the Ancestor Sect could stand before him with such power.
"Lan Zhanhan, if this is the extent of your strength, then you are destined to lose today!" Chu Nan held the Black and White Guiyuan Sword, a mocking glint in his eyes.
Lan Zhanhan felt humiliated, his expression instantly turned furious.
He gnashed his teeth, fixing his gaze on Chu Nan as he said, "Boasting words, that was just a warm-up, the real battle begins now!"
Lan Zhanhan roared in anger, and a blue flame abruptly burned on the surface of the Ice Ridge Dragon Spear.
This flame seemed intense yet could not burn anything, but possessed a terrifying ability to freeze all.
Even from several miles away, Chu Nan could clearly feel the cold emanating from it.
"Die!"
