The shadow of the black sword stretched dozens of meters long and several meters wide, slashing towards Fan Ruolin with terrifying force.
"Ah~~~!"
In shock and anger, Fan Ruolin swung the ancient zither in his hand to block it.
Splurt!
Blood sprayed like a fountain, completely dyeing the ground in front of Fan Ruolin red.
Ling Xiao looked on calmly at this scene, putting away the Dark Demon Sword.
At this moment, Fan Ruolin was kneeling on the ground, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
Blood had already soaked through his clothes completely.
He looked at the young man before him in terror; if the other hadn't held back at the last moment, he would have died miserably.
He thought he was a genius, the unparalleled existence of the Fan Family.
Only after encountering Ling Xiao did he suddenly realize that he was just a frog at the bottom of a well.
How pathetic.
"Even the third young master of the Fan Family was defeated by him! What's going on here?"
