"Your wings have hardened, you no longer recognize even your teacher, well, well, well, then I would like to see your skill, to defeat a Martial Saint, let's see if you can also defeat a Sorcerer. As long as you kill me, naturally, no one will stop you again."
The azure air currents swirled around Long Zhi's body, the Freedom of Wind transformed into a raging storm, relentlessly wreaking havoc. Long Zhi had been immersed in Wind Attribute Magic for decades, his magic cultivation was so formidable that even the Ice-Snow Goddess Sacrifice held some reservations, his strength was unquestionable.
Just then, a voice tinged with sobs rang out, "No, Dad, please don't fight Nian Bing!" A blue figure quickly ran up the stairs. Dressed in the same blue mage robe, with the same purple long hair, and a pair of deep black eyes filled with panic, her pretty face seemed somewhat pale, her body appeared even thinner than before, it was Soft girl, Long Ling.
