However, Ning Fan was awe-inspiring and unyielding, his figure rising again, and that immense aura suddenly surged to the extreme.
"Hiss..."
Everyone felt a sense of pressure emanating from his form, making their faces pale and leaving them breathless, not daring to utter a sound.
Yet, this was far from over.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ning Fan descended from the sky, his legs like countless blossoming pear flowers, accompanied by waves of the Phantom, crashing down on Bi Lietu's head.
"Oh no!"
Bi Lietu realized the severity of the situation; in terms of speed comparison, he was clearly at a disadvantage.
Moreover, the descending Ning Fan had gravitational acceleration on his side. Thus, if hit by a single strike, he definitely would not fare well.
Thinking of this, Bi Lietu wanted to perform a rolling escape to avoid the blow.
