At this moment, behind Chu Ning, Zhao Jinbiao's face flashed with a fierce expression.
He quickly raised the curved blade in his hand and swung it down swiftly.
A blood-red light blasted out, in the blink of an eye, it was already heading towards Chu Ning's back.
Seeing this scene, the faces of the surrounding independent cultivators slightly changed.
However, none of them gave a warning.
The two were too close, and as the blood-red light was about to strike Chu Ning directly, a defensive shield suddenly appeared on Chu Ning.
In Zhao Jinbiao's bewildered gaze, the blood-red light was directly blocked.
"Did you think I would be unguarded against you?"
Chu Ning turned around at this moment, gently raising his hand.
Everyone could vaguely see that there was a talisman on his hand that dispersed after being activated.
They couldn't help but show a trace of surprise on their faces.
Except for Zhao Jinbiao.
