In the pitch-black deep night.
A quiet and secluded path.
Two silhouettes flickered on the ground, swift as hares and hawks, then disappeared without a trace.
In the blink of an eye, they had clashed dozens of rounds, and it looked intensely fierce.
And in the air mingled the clear and sonorous shouts of Lin Yuan.
"Impressive, take my Electric Horn Divine Fist!"
"Witness my Icy Cotton Palm!"
"Hahahaha, truly worthy of being a Cultivator, indeed formidable. Then how will you deal with my Icy Sword Qi of the Six Meridian Divine Swords?!"
............
"Damn it, I'm going to kill you, ahhh!"
Fang Zihao's roars were filled with rage.
When he saw the letter from his elder brother, he did feel some regret in his heart...
To kill Zhao Sanyuan, purchase Immortal Cultivation Key Points, and to cultivate in pursuit of power without hesitation.
Though it seemed clean and decisive, in reality, he was driven by a single breath of emotion.
