The Ancient Dust Sword instantly blocked in front of Ren Feifan, and in a flash, an aura from the ancient past assaulted his senses!
In the presence of this aura, it seemed like everything had to submit!
Just as that terrifying drop of ink was about to fall, a hysterical voice from the depths of the soul came, "Audacious! A defective fifth-grade lower-tier trash sword, yet you dare to show off before this seat, get lost and go back!"
The oppressive might of the Ancient Dust Sword exploded once again! The last bit of strength from the Mo Yun stick, as if seeing something horrifying, was directly blasted away!
"Pfft!"
That drop of ink instantly pierced through the Guardian's brow!
The Guardian's eyes were wide with disbelief; he never imagined that in the end, his ace in the hole would not only fail to kill Ren Feifan but actually ended up killing himself!
