Beneath Five Prisons Peak.
Clang!
Clang!
Two flashes of Sword Qi vanished in an instant.
One struck the mountain peak with a thunderous roar, the vibrations rippling through three hundred miles.
The other, carrying wind and surpassing fire, fell silently and vanished without a trace when returning.
Qin Fan stood proudly in the void, sword in hand.
He looked down.
His gaze fell upon the Du E Immortal Robe, a gift from his Ancestor Master, noticing a scorched patch on the chest where his opponent's sword had just struck.
Though the robe had blocked the Flying Sword, preventing it from piercing through him,
his heart had been shattered by the impact.
"Puh!"
A spray of blood burst forth.
Qin Fan staggered, his complexion pale, but his eyes shone brightly, even a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, seemingly unconcerned by his injury.
And indeed, he was not concerned.
Compared to "Qian Bu'er" opposite him, what was this injury?!
"Puh!"
"Puh!"
"Puh!"
