The fallen Xu Fan slowly stood up on the ground.
From this moment on, Xu Fan's temperament had instantly transformed.
If the former Xu Fan was just a dim star in the vast night sky, now he had become the bright moon that illuminates all realms.
Xu Fan slowly extended his finger, forming a sword-finger gesture.
The sharpness of his aura had instantly become incredibly powerful.
Elder Sun had a similar quality about him, the sharpness characteristic of a martial artist of the Qi Drawing Realm, but when facing Xu Fan, everyone could see that Elder Sun was like a small stream in front of a rolling river in comparison.
"Be careful, elder," Xu Fan said indifferently as he quickly pointed his sword finger at Elder Sun.
A beam of golden light shot out from Xu Fan's hand with a "swoosh," streaking towards Elder Sun like lightning.
