Seeing so many sword techniques failing to take down a mere junior of the Immortal Spirit Realm, Zhuo Bufan's jade-green eyes were filled with cold light, with a hint of unease deep within.
At this moment, the medicinal power of the Blood Spirit Pill he took was gradually fading, and now he must fight quickly so as to kill this little beast promptly.
"You little beast, I want you dead!"
Zhuo Bufan's eyes were icy cold as he wildly channeled the spiritual power within him into the Wind Roar Sword, the crisp sound of the wind roar echoing across heaven and earth.
"Wind Roar Nine Extremes Slash!"
Zhuo Bufan wielded the Wind Roar Sword, slashing furiously at Qin Yang.
Whoosh!
Heaven and earth, accompanied by the sound of the wind roar, nine cyan sword auras measuring a hundred feet long whistled towards Qin Yang.
"Haha, still using that move, if you were at your peak perhaps you could battle me head-on with full force, but now you injure, you're no match for me."
