Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

A shower of sparks fell on the ground. Zhang Wenzhao looked frightened and staggered back.

A ghostly figure just happened to show up behind Zhang Fan. His sword light was like a cold star and it shook Zhang Wenzhao away.

The man was slim and thin with a black gown. He also wore a black scarf on his face. He seemed to be an unclimbable wall and covered Zhang Fan. With a thin sword in his hand, he struck out with his sword ...