"So you came for the Divine Blast Technique... Unfortunately, Ning Fan will not hand it over to you, nor do you have the ability to search Ning Fan's soul." A cold glint flashed in Ning Fan's eyes, yet his expression remained calm.
This calmness made the blue-eyed elder sneer, thinking that Ning Fan was merely pretending to be composed.
"The other day, the old Chen Xuan sent people to the Initiate Realm, yet they couldn't kill you. Unfortunately, today you have fallen into my hands... Unlike Chen Xuan, I desire to kill you mainly for the Divine Blast Technique. But since you refuse to cooperate, you can't blame me for being ruthless!"
The blue-eyed elder smiled coldly, suddenly stomped his foot on the ground, and Shekong's pressure spread out fiercely, as if freezing the world.
In the dark void above, countless cracks crazily extended from beneath his feet, tearing nine hundred heavenly fissures in the sky.
