The person coming has exceptional cultivation!
It might even surpass Elder level!
Almost at the Saint level...
Immediately spinning around and turning back, engaging in a battle of eight directions with a sword.
With utmost caution, he raised his eyes to look ahead.
In front of him, a middle-aged man in grey attire, cloaked in grey, wearing a grey hat, and grey shoes.
At this moment, a pair of dim grey eyes were staring at him.
In this man's hand, there was a sword.
The blade was dazzling.
Without the slightest chip, perfect and flawless.
Fang Che couldn't help but lower his head to examine the sword in his own hand.
Nether Lord, oh Nether Lord, even though I'm using Divine Attribute Metal, you didn't even manage to create the slightest notch with that life-risking slash?
I've nurtured it for so long, why does it feel so pointless?
Sensing with Divine Sense, the grey-clad person opposite is undoubtedly stronger than him, but it doesn't feel like he's being crushed.
