Lord Zhu Ming!
Li Fan knew that this old thing was different from Liu Daoming; he didn't spare any words and was dangerously aggressive, aiming to kill with every move. Indeed, he was formidable; a single sweep of his sword wind had cleaved Zhu Luan's sword, no trivial matter. Li Fan was reluctant to risk Yuepo in a direct clash with Zhu Ming and didn't believe he could withstand a slash from such a supreme divine weapon. His only choice was to maintain high-speed maneuvers and cautiously move around Zhu Mingjian, looking for an opportunity to strike.
But after circling twice, Li Fan realized that Zhu Ming Divine Sword was also at a loss.
Of course, the sword energy of the Sword Lord could probably be described as endless, but now that the skeleton he had been preying on had been incinerated, the divine sword lay on the ground, deeply embedded in the rock layer, its surroundings scorched into a sea of flames by the overflowing sword energy, devoid of any sign of life.
