As everyone watched, Zhou Fan, shrouded in blood-red and gray light, seemed to merge with the Li Hen Sword in his hand, crashing straight into the three palm strikes sent out by Elder Witch!
BOOM! BOOM!
Zhou Fan's sword strike shattered two of Elder Witch's palm strikes in a row, but it nearly exhausted all his strength. By the time he reached the third palm strike, the shockwave blasted him so hard he bled from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. He was completely drenched in blood.
Not far away, Chu Yan watched the scene, her eyes already swimming with tears. If she could, she truly wished she were the one in Zhou Fan's place. She didn't want to see Zhou Fan get hurt!
"Quite impressive. To break two of my palm strikes in a row, you'd rank in the top ten of the younger generation, at least!" Elder Witch looked at Zhou Fan, who was now right before him, stopped by his final palm strike, and seemed almost pleased.
"Is that what you call impressive? Die!"
