That Evil Sect roared fiercely, striding forward with a cracking sound throughout his body, and his right arm instantly enlarged by more than a fold, delivering a palm strike towards Ning Fan's Tian Ling.
He was merely inches away from Ning Fan, and his move was as quick as lightning, confident that Ning Fan could not evade the lethality of his palm, certain he could kill Ning Fan with his strike.
In the information he had received, Ning Fan was just a divinity transformation novice, and this palm strike was enough to kill him a thousand times over.
He was unaware that Ning Fan was no longer the divinity transformation novice in his memory, but had already stepped into the second stage of cultivation.
"Thousand-Leaved Demon Luo, huh..." Ning Fan's gaze went cold, suddenly raising his hand with a sword, slicing towards the demonic palm approaching him.
