Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the Cyan Frost Sword in mid-air.
But at that moment, the red sun that Zhou Fan had unleashed suddenly moved. Like a great fireball, it descended with the force of a landslide, whistling as it crashed toward the Cyan Frost Sword!
At that instant, everyone below subconsciously took several steps back, terrified of being caught in the attack's wake.
Only Wang Tianshuang, upon seeing Wang Bao and Wang Feilong retreating together, had a vicious glint flash in his eyes. Risking being caught in the crossfire, he suddenly lunged forward, swinging his Zen Staff down on Wang Feilong without a word!
"You unfilial son, how dare you!"
Seeing that Wang Tianshuang was determined to kill him even at the risk of his own life, Wang Feilong went pale. He let out a desperate shout and raised his weapon to block!
But it was already too late!
