Watching the unsteady Wang Zhibing, Chen Nan burst into loud laughter.
"If I'm not mistaken, with your cultivation level, you could perform the Heavenly Thunder Nine Slashes twice at most, but your rage drove you to cast it four times. Now you're at the end of your strength, not even able to protect yourself. How do you wish to die?"
Wang Zhibing snorted coldly, "A nobody gloating! With your little strength, killing me won't be so easy!"
"Let's try then!"
As Chen Nan spoke, he executed the Slaughter God Seven Steps, charging rapidly towards Wang Zhibing.
"Pfft..."
Wang Zhibing spat out a mouthful of essence blood onto the flying sword and yelled, "Hurry!"
The flying sword spun in the air and fiercely slashed towards Chen Nan twice with an unmatched bloody sword light tearing down at him. Then, Wang Zhibing leaped up, his body landing on the flying sword, and he rushed out of the great hall.
