Fang Zhixing drew his sword from the scabbard and said in a deep voice, "You're Ming Jing, aren't you? I'm here to kill you."
He raised his sword and chopped.
Whoosh!
The sound of slicing air erupted loudly!
The power of the sword was unmatched, and immediately, a deep gully formed on the ground.
The two nuns, seeing this, were so terrified that they trembled all over, not daring to move.
The younger nun was only in the Great Python Realm, but she was naturally timid. Despite her strength, she never dared to fight others.
Her senior sister was even less capable, having trained in martial arts for only a few years, and not even reaching the Power Transmission Realm.
"I am Ming Jing. I hope that you will kill only me and not harm my junior sister," said the senior sister.
The senior sister took a deep breath, trembling as she stepped forward two steps, her expression gradually changing from fear to a resolute acceptance of death.
"No!"
