Chu Nan neither dodged nor avoided, surprisingly choosing to confront the Xuan-level Martial Skill head-on!
"Courting death!" Song Zhen sneered coldly, and a Flaming Fist ruthlessly descended.
Boom!
Thunder and flame collided, creating a massive sound.
The two were engulfed by thunder and flames, making it difficult for outsiders to see what was happening inside.
"What happened?"
"What about Chu Nan's injuries?"
The disciples of the Cyan Mountain Sword Sect were all on tenterhooks, after all, they were from the same sect, and from the bottom of their hearts, they hoped Chu Nan could win, although in their view, hope was very slim.
At this moment, the flames dissipated, and the thunder receded, revealing the figures inside.
Everyone widened their eyes and exclaimed, "How is this possible!"
"Damn it, my grandson, how could this happen!" Ma Ju abruptly stood up, his eyes erupting with fierce anger.
