CLANG, CLANG, CLANG...
Dickens's Nascent Soul frantically brandished his sharp Middle-Grade Flying Sword, attacking Zhang Bin. Zhang Bin, in turn, wielded his Blood Fang, locking himself in a life-or-death battle with his opponent.
The clash of metal rang out, as dense and rapid as a string of firecrackers.
Sparks flew, bathing the sky in a brilliant light.
Li Taiqing's expression grew stern. He instructed the disciples with weaker combat abilities, like Ma Rufei and Liu Ruomei, to retreat to the side. Then he, along with Phoenix, the seven enchantresses, and Chiang Xue, began to close in, preparing to besiege Dickens's Nascent Soul.
"Senior Brother is incredible! He even managed to trick and kill a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm."
"Heh... without a physical body, a Nascent Soul isn't that strong anyway."
"Senior Brother will finish that Nascent Soul off soon."
