Ning Cheng had just emerged from seclusion when he encountered a group of Iron Spine Thunder Leopards. The highest level among these leopards reached the fifth level, with many more at the third and fourth levels.
Upon seeing Ning Cheng, the group of Iron Spine Thunder Leopards swarmed towards him immediately. Grey Toot on his shoulder could only bare its teeth and yelp helplessly, but to no avail.
Ning Cheng was not concerned; he had slain twenty or thirty Xuan Dan cultivators before, so what was there to worry about with merely two fifth-level Thunder Leopards, not to mention the rest that were only third or fourth level? He calmly brought out the Broken Xuan Spear and swept its cold spear light. He could now fully execute thirty-six streams of cold spear light.
The dense cold spear light was countless times more formidable than before. The Thunder Leopards' electric arcs could hardly be released before being blocked by the net of spear light.
