Li Ping'an exclaimed in surprise:
"An old acquaintance?"
"That's right! An old acquaintance who wants your life!"
After saying this, Orthodox Zhengyi Temple Cultivator Nangong Zhidao suddenly made his move, raising his sword and pouncing towards Li Ping'an to kill him.
"Who exactly is he? Why does he hate me so much?"
Li Ping'an quickly thought about dodging the attack from Nangong Zhidao, but as soon as he lifted his foot, he found himself unable to move.
"Hmm?"
Li Ping'an panicked, and when he looked again, he saw that the sword shadow of Nangong Zhidao had already spread onto his own shadow, the two indistinguishably connected.
The shadow beneath Nangong Zhidao's feet, like a creeping animal, crawled to Li Ping'an's feet in the moment Nangong Zhidao leaped forward, spreading along his feet and up his body.
Without Li Ping'an noticing, the creeping shadow quietly enveloped his entire body.
