Ning Fan took a deep breath and looked up.
The injuries inside his body had recovered by fifty percent, almost enough.
"Young Master Zhai, I am honored by the high regard you hold for me and that you are willing to offer such generous terms to recruit me."
Zhai Anping's face showed a proud expression, "It seems you've thought it through clearly, now submit."
As the Young Master of the Flying Immortal Sect, he believed no one would refuse such a condition.
However, unexpectedly, a smile suddenly spread across Ning Fan's face.
"Unfortunately, I refuse."
As soon as the words fell, he flung his arms wide open, and robust Spiritual Power surged out from within his body, instantly condensing hundreds of sword energies in front of him.
"Slash!"
With a low shout from Ning Fan, those sword energies instantly condensed into a giant longsword and cleaved toward Zhai Anping in mid-air!
"Damn it!"
"Protect the Young Master!"
"Bastard! How dare you attack the Young Master!"
