During this time, Ning Fan had already recovered a significant amount of Spiritual Power.
Seeing that Zuo Yunhua was still unwilling to submit, he no longer intended to waste words.
"Then let's see who can stand till the end!"
As his voice fell, Spiritual Power surged within Ning Fan's body, flowing from the palm of his hand into the small Spirit-imbued sword.
Numerous sharp sword lights emerged from the blade, converging in front of Ning Fan, their piercing aura relentlessly cutting everything to shreds around them.
Seeing this, a sense of unwillingness also surged in Zuo Yunhua's heart.
"Do you really think I'm afraid of you? Even if you truly are the descendant of Ning Potian, I don't believe you have his capabilities!"
Zuo Yunhua flipped his palms, and the remaining power within his body also surged out, gathering in his palms to form a Long Saber.
Although it was somewhat inferior to his earlier power, this was the last of his strength.
