Ren Feifan's body kept dodging and weaving, and he soon deftly made his way back to the twelfth floor of the Wanlaideng Hotel.
This time he had learned his lesson; the fact that the old guy had discovered him meant there was definitely something wrong with the formation.
Soon, he pinpointed the problem.
Within the corridor on the twelfth floor of the hotel, there wasn't just one formation!
Formations within formations!
Interesting.
It seemed the old man was quite the expert in formations as well.
Ren Feifan no longer stepped into them, his eyes flashing coldly. He snorted and a dark broadsword suddenly appeared in his hand.
It was the Ancient Dust Sword.
Then, a sinister smile appeared on his lips, the tattoos on his arms shifted, and he hurled the Ancient Dust Sword like a javelin!
"Swoosh!"
Suddenly, a piercing sound of tearing through the air came from above, only to see a sword as dark as night streaking across the sky like a meteorite!
