Taoist Immortal Mountain, where two sides confront each other with a clear distinction.
The thousands of Taoist disciples no longer need to agonize over whether to risk losing everything to beg Xu Fan for mercy. At this moment, injected with boundless power, they stand tall, puff out their chests, like fierce tigers, glaring at Xu Fan.
The reason for this huge change is simple. Fu Qing, who had been standing by the Central Hall's entrance observing, finally took a step forward.
His attitude, unabashed, the blazing fighting spirit reminiscent of Xu Fan's previous Sword Finger pointed at Fu Qing. Their gazes locked, a terrifying, boundless fighting spirit soared, almost suffocating the entire space!
"What a pity..."
Fu Qing sighed lightly, looking straight at Xu Fan, his eyes filled with regret.
