Blade in hand, he struck through the air.
It was Shui Tianyuan's formidable martial skill, intended for a powerful strike, aimed to hit a vital spot, a strike that sought one's life.
Just as the deathly glow of the sharp blade was about to pierce Zhang Xiaofan's body,
Shui Tianyuan smiled.
But the next second, his expression changed.
His blade had cut through the air but couldn't touch Zhang Xiaofan's body.
In that instant, Zhang Xiaofan turned into a shadow and disappeared.
The speed was so fast it shocked Shui Tianyuan.
By the time Shui Tianyuan reacted, Zhang Xiaofan was already standing behind him.
"Old men are just old men, too slow. I was standing right there and you still couldn't hit me,"
"Given that, I'll give you this old man another chance, after all, we should respect the old and love the young,"
"Come on, continue attacking."
Zhang Xiaofan said indifferently.
In his words lay a disregard.
