Li Gewen thrust forward with a single sword strike, the thunder force gathering along the blade to form a sword-shaped aura, lightning sparks crackling wildly around its body. This thunder-sword was terrifyingly fast.
Ning Zeyuan had nowhere to dodge, so he was forced to swing out a sword slash. Carrying a powerful wind attribute like a wall of wind, the slash collided head-on with the thunder-sword. Sand and rocks flew wildly through the surrounding air, and Eighth Realm Experts who had been hiding close by saw that the situation was turning bad and retreated far into the distance. The hundreds of demonic beasts that had chased them all the way stopped in their tracks at the sight.
"I am only a single step away from the Ninth Realm." Ning Zeyuan glanced at the half-exposed Immortal Sword, his heart surging with wild elation. From afar, Wang Yun sized up Ning Zeyuan, noting that he had the appearance of a middle-aged man who merely looked slightly aged, and likely had lived for a very long time.
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