Qi Yuanzheng looked at the tree trunk shattered by Ding Fan's True Qi, his face turning exceedingly ugly.
In Qi Yuanzheng's eyes, Ding Fan was nothing more than an ant, yet this insignificant person dared to harbor the thought of mutual destruction with him.
To a certain extent, this was an insult to Qi Yuanzheng. How dare an ant try to shake an elephant!
"Brat, you deserve to die!"
No sooner had Qi Yuanzheng's words fallen than his figure moved.
His form flickered back and forth, attacking Ding Fan with maneuvers that were difficult to anticipate.
With such a ghostly movement technique, combined with his formidable attack power, Qi Yuanzheng believed that this recklessly fearless ant would definitely be ground into dust under his strike.
Qi Yuanzheng's movement technique was unpredictable, and in the blink of an eye, he attacked Ding Fan from an unexpected angle.
