"I said, you're just a thief who steals the power of deities. Even the deities can't defeat me, so what makes you think you can?" Ning Fan said indifferently, retracting the Jadestone Mini-sword.
Hearing this, Jie Luoxi's face twisted into a bitter smile as he shook his head. "So the man I've always prided myself on being the closest to a deity was just deluding himself as a mere thief..."
As he spoke, his voice gradually faded, and with a tilt of his head, his life came to an end.
The strongest among the Godhunters had fallen!
Ning Fan's punch filled with Spiritual Power kept destroying his body. Without the Godhunting Power or Divine Power to heal him, Jie Luoxi's body was no more than that of a slightly more powerful average person.
The fact that he managed to deliver his final words was already his limit.
Ning Fan glanced at Jie Luoxi's corpse and with a flick of his finger, as if drawing a sword, he pointed towards the summit's branch.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
