When Lin Zheng spoke, he did not use any Dragon Technique. Instead, with his own body, he charged toward Lin Fan, as if… he wanted to use his own body to shield his younger brother from death!
"No…"
However, in the midst of his charge, Lin Zheng let out a pained wail.
He realized that his speed was far inferior to the speed at which the Sword Light descended.
Clearly, there were only a hundred meters between him and Lin Fan, yet this distance suddenly felt like an impassable abyss, as if even given ten years, Lin Zheng still could not cross it!
"Boom!"
The Sword Light fell, flashing by in an instant, tearing a massive fissure through the Void, emitting an earth-shattering roar. Then, under countless astonished gazes…
it directly struck Lin Fan!
"Slash!"
The snow-white dragon dissipated just as the Sword Light was about to strike, and Lin Fan's Cultivation Base rose rapidly. Yet, it was already too late.
