"Old Man Duan, do you still have any trump cards left?"
Ignoring the admiration and shock of the crowd, Bai Xiaofan turned his body. His eyes locked onto Old Man Duan, and his voice resounded like a great bell, echoing word by word in the ears of Old Man Duan and the disciples of the Purple Sky Pavilion.
Are there any trump cards left?
Old Man Duan certainly had one, but it wasn't something he could readily deploy at will.
"Bai Xiaofan, you're indeed out of my expectations, but so what? Even if you die, no matter how strong you are, you can't stop me from killing the other people of the Refining Sect!"
Old Man Duan worked hard to calm his mindset, and with a sinister tone, he replied to Bai Xiaofan before turning around to launch a full-scale attack on the Second Elder!
Facing Old Man Duan's fierce and tempest-like assault, the Second Elder's defense suddenly became rather stretched.
