"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The fragments of the shattered Soft Sword were incredibly sharp, forming a net-like structure that rushed towards the man.
Their fragments magnified, magnifying, and magnifying again within his pupils.
His face turned extremely pale with fury, and he roared aloud.
His two Iron Fists, like weapons, swung up and smashed down.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
All the fragments sparkled with fiery sparks under the Iron Fists and were completely sent flying away.
Lin Zifeng let out a long howl, and in that instant, a fierce power erupted from his whole body, sweeping directly towards the sect hierarch's waist.
"Bang!"
The fragments that had just been shattered were now combined with Lin Zifeng's sweeping leg, catching the sect hierarch off guard and being sent flying by Lin Zifeng's leg sweep.
"This is just the beginning!"
