The Silver Horned Wolf Pack retreated, and a faint smile appeared on Ding Fan's face, but he did not pursue them.
"Truly, this is an excellent sword!"
A look of deep satisfaction flashed in Ding Fan's eyes as he gazed at the flying sword in his hand. He was very pleased. Originally at the Late Nascent Soul Stage, his strength increased significantly with this flying sword crafted from divine iron. Ding Fan felt that even if he encountered a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Mid Stage, he might be able to slay them. Even against those at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, he might still have the power to fight!
After all, this flying sword was incredibly powerful. Ding Fan could feel that it possessed a slight spirituality, with a trace of mutual sensing with him. Ding Fan knew that since he had refined the sword himself, its integration with him was optimal.
