Buzz...
Suddenly, Zhang Fan's primordial spirit trembles, and amidst the obscurity, a sword light flickers, seemingly emerging from the nameless, as if originating from the burial ground, soaring through the air, swirling and transforming, surrounded by peculiar outer scenery, filled with eerie white bones, wandering through a lifeless underworld.
"Great Burial Sword!?"
"You are indeed a disciple of Zhongnan Mountain!" Wang Qingshan exclaims.
One of Zhongnan Mountain's supreme skills, [Thirty-Six Sword Chapters], is a profound skill that can only be truly mastered at the Celestial Master Realm.
To Wang Qingshan, Zhang Fan practicing such Daoist skill at this young age and realm must certainly be a direct disciple of Zhongnan Mountain.
Therefore, he is even more astonished, as he is familiar with renowned young experts from Zhongnan Mountain, yet does not recall such a person.
But at this moment, he has no time to ponder further.
"Qinghe, retreat quickly!"
Buzz...
