Before and behind. Left and right. Above and below.
In an instant, thirty-six ethereal figures descended, their sharp claws enveloping Qin Fan's entire body. Amidst the shifting, illusory shadows, it was impossible to distinguish which one held the elder's true killing blow.
However, facing the assault of the thirty-six claws, Qin Fan first smiled, then shook his head in disdain.
Quicker than words could describe, he ignored the attacks from the front and spun around like a phantom, playfully reaching for the very claw aimed at his spine!
SNAP!
A crisp sound echoed through the room.
As he struck, Qin Fan nonchalantly passed through the claws of the ethereal figures, simply and directly slapping the old man's withered hand. It must be said that meeting an attack with such composure was a true testament to his supreme skill and courage.
